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.
Haven’t you ever … Wouldn’t you like to live in a place with more mystery, with more color, with more life? Here we know everything, we can do everything. […] The world is so small. Don’t you ever want — need — more mystery in your life?
Jeff Vandermeer, “The Strange Case of X”, in: City of Saints and Madmen, p. 292
The reality of what we really are is often times found in the small snips, way down at the bottom of things.
The little things? The little moments? They aren’t little.
Every act of perception is to some degree an act of creation, and every act of memory is to some degree an act of imagination.
The thing that is really hard, and really amazing, is giving up on being perfect and beginning the work of becoming yourself.