#tracy wan

[nihilisticlinguistics]

this saves my life a little actually

[merulae]

Permanency is no longer where I seek comfort; instead, I am finding meaning in those bright, fugitive moments I can never fully capture. Rather than looking for a sense of home in a place I have yet to discover, I am creating it for myself, over and over again.

Tracy Wan, from “Smells Like Home” in Buzzfeed

[robertogreco]

Book cover for Notes, by Tracy Wan

[girlwithlandscape]

There is no pretension: his photographs aren’t revelatory, just a product of his attention. And the same can be said for 'Boyhood.' Its smallness is its charm. At ten, Mason asks his Dad: 'There’s no such thing as real magic in the world, right?' And then, at nineteen, watching the sun duck behind canyons in the Big Bend, we see that he gets it. The magic is the world. It is here now, and now, and now.

Tracy Wan, This American Boy | Bright Wall/Dark Room

[everywordshesays]

 when your body temperature approximates that of the breeze, there are few movements that feel necessary. of those that do, few are sharp; everything is covered in a sleepy gauze. if we close our eyes, it’ll be morning again.

-- tracy wan | extricating

[today. I'm melting.]