A circle of melt grew outward from the rusty barrel. Birds sat in black ranks on cozy branches above the gush of heated air. Ash crumbs wafted past the window and sprinkled gray dots across the snow. She said, “Hold your arms out’n I’ll fill ‘em with this junk.”
Daniel Woodrell, “Winter’s Bone”, p. 177

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How can you have lived for so long and still not get it? This self-obsession is a waste of living.
That could be spent on surviving things, appreciating nature, nurturing kindness and friendship … and dancing.


Jim Jarmusch, “Only Lovers Left Alive” (2014)

It has always seemed strange to me…The things we admire in men, kindness and generosity, openness, honesty, understanding and feeling, are the concomitants of failure in our system. And those traits we detest, sharpness, greed, acquisitiveness, meanness, egotism and self-interest, are the traits of success. And while men admire the quality of the first they love the produce of the second.
John Steinbeck, Cannery Row

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Oh fuck, do I need this!

Oh fuck, do I need this!

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"2014 is the year for climate action."

Everyone at the UN climate summit: Please do the right thing this time.

Of course I couldn’t resist. ♥

Under The Skin (2014) | Jonathan Glazer
Under The Skin (2014) | Jonathan Glazer

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

„Sechs Uhr morgens: Ein nebeliger Julimorgen. Alles duftet nach feuchtigkeitsdurchsogenem Waldboden. Alle Fenster sind geschlossen, bis auf die der jungen Schönheit, die vor den Toren der Lungentuberkulose angelangt ist. An diesem Fenster hängt, vom gestrigen Abendprunke, ein tiefblau seidenes Gewand, bewegt sich im Morgenwinde.“
— Peter Altenberg, “Semmering 1912”

Bilder: Yvonne Oswald, “Das Südbahnhotel”

One ought, every day at least, to hear a little song, read a good poem, see a fine picture, and, if it were possible, to speak a few reasonable words.
J. W. Goethe


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