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Mike Driver
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Cosimo Galluzzi
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Ingmar Bergman
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Some stars from my journals
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poem by mosab abu toha pasted to ironwoodfarmnyâs truck traveling from Ghent, NY
âYou notice it first as April ends and May begins, a change in the season, not exactly a warmingâin fact not at all a warmingâyet suddenly summer seems near, a possibility, even a promise. You pass a window, you walk to Central Park, you find yourself swimming in the colour blue: the actual light is blue, and over the course of an hour or so this blue deepens, becomes more intense even as it darkens and fades, approximates finally the blue of the glass on a clear day at Chartres, or that of the Cerenkov radiation thrown off by the fuel rods in the pools of nuclear reactors. The French called this time of day âlâheure bleue.â To the English it was âthe gloaming.â The very word âgloamingâ reverberates, echoesâ the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamourâcarrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows.â
â Joan Didion, Blue Nights (via thebluesthour)
Sometimes things donât work out. Itâs ok I donât need to catastrophise. The world will keep turning. Dinner needs to be made. I get to tuck myself into bed. I am feeling vulnerable tonight and thatâs okay .
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haruki murakami, norwegian wood
Egyptian colossal of Ramesses II and the goddess Sekhmet, dating to 1279-1213 BCE. Quartzite.
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cook islands, 1974