THE THREE TREASURES
Buddha, Beckett, Earth
“Where as for the righteous the tumult of the world never stops.” Samuel Beckett, Molloy
Dedicated to my friend, Timothy Lachin.

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THE THREE TREASURES
Buddha, Beckett, Earth
“Where as for the righteous the tumult of the world never stops.” Samuel Beckett, Molloy
Dedicated to my friend, Timothy Lachin.
Potential?
''There are all sorts of propensities in people; we tend to look only at the positive side - their potential for success, for happiness - but there are other kinds of negative potential: the potential for wasting the talents we are given, for blighting our prospects of happiness.'' Geoff Dyer - ''Paris Trance''
The ideal is to feel at home anywhere, everywhere.
Geoff Dyer, Paris Trance
How different from how when we have learned to measure out our happiness, distributing it evenly through the week so that there is enough to go round even though happiness is, precisely, an abundance, an overflowing, and even to think about rationing it is to settle for contentment- which anyone who has known real happiness rejects instinctively as the form despair takes in order to render itself bearable.
Geoff Dyer, Paris Trance
I'm wondering if it's possible that happiness could become unbearable.
Geoff Dyer, Paris Trance
There will come a time, he thought, when I will look back on this night, when I will lie in another bed, when happiness will have come to seem an impossibility, and I will remember this night, remember how happy I was, and will remember how, even when I was in the midst of my happiness, I could feel a time when it would be gone.
Geoff Dyer, Paris Trance
No day was uniformly terrible. Even the worst days had moments of relative happiness. And if there were not these moments of happiness then there was always something to look forward to in the coming day. There may not be anything to get up for but there was always this urge to wake up. Like this, life went one, tolerable and intolerable, bearable and unbearable, slipping between these extremes. It was not a question of hope, it was part of the rhythm of the day, of the body.
Geoff Dyer, Paris Trance
crêpe and proof sign, paris, france, august 2013