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



two lovers…. by Leonardo Bustelli on Flickr.

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Let’s go to the end of the world; or let’s just have coffee, chocolate, leftovers from breakfast and lazy kisses all afternoon.

Paloma hat eine Tasse, auf der steht: "Destroy something."
Ijoma Mangold, “Sind stille Wasser tief?” [In: DIE ZEIT n° 34/2014)

To be made of flesh was humiliation. I was caught in a vision which was, in a way, the very opposite of the mystic’s incommunicable vision of order and light; a vision, also incommunicable, of confusion and obscenity—of helplessness, which was revealed as the most obscene thing there could be. But like the other kind of vision this could not be supported more than a moment or two, it collapsed of its own intensity and could never be reconstructed or even really believed in, once it was over.
Alice Munro, “Lives of Girls and Women”, p. 65

I know moments are unique - but places, places remain.
Perfect, beautiful festival summer in Tolmin, Slovenia.

Metaldays 23-25/07 | Overjam 13-16/08

Even sleepers are workers and collaborators in what goes on in the Universe.

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I deeply desire folders for my Tumblr “likes”.

For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
 - e. e. cummings

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My soul is impatient with itself, as with a bothersome child; its restlessness keeps growing and is forever the same. Everything interests me, but nothing holds me.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

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