The division of one day from the next must be one of the most profound peculiarities of life on this planet. We are not condemned to sustained flights of being, but are constantly refreshed by little holidays from ourselves. We are intermittent creatures, always falling to little ends and rising to new beginnings. Our soon-tired consciousness is meted out in chapters, and that the world will look quite different tomorrow is, both for our comfort and our discomfort, usually true. How marvelously too night matches sleep, sweet image of it, so nearly apportioned to our need.
Iris Murdoch
este video deu-me uma vontade imensa de ir para a cama ouvir a música da Björk até adormecer
A journey across the stars and heavens through antiquated astronomical diagrams.
A journey across the stars and heavens through antiquated astronomical diagrams.
You can plan all you want to. You can lie in your morning bed and fill whole notebooks with schemes and intentions. But within a single afternoon, within hours or minutes, everything you plan and everything you have fought to make yourself can be undone as a slug is undone when salt is poured on him. And right up to the moment when you find yourself dissolving into foam you can still believe you are doing fine.
Crossing to Safety, Wallace Stegner
Crossing to Safety, Wallace Stegner
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