February 2012
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“How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?”
– Boris Pasternak
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Drizzly Friday.
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“Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives...”
– ― Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close
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The tension of opposites.
In the wonderful book, Tuesdays with Morrie, it talks about the tension of opposites. Pulls and tugs between what you want and what you should do, how you want to feel and how you actually feel, a constant tension between every consequential path laid before you. Lately, this little phrase has been stuck in my mind, it seems to apply to almost about everything thats relevant these days. The...
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n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.
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Haven't updated this in awhile, →
but here ya go! Some new photos for you folk to lurk.
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ouch. that just hurt my heart.
“An unfamiliar city is a fine thing. That’s the time and place when you can...”
– Louis-Ferdinand Céline, Journey to the End of the Night