February 2011
beneath the rain, between the maps →
November 2010
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September 2010
fuckthereallife asked: I miss your presence on tumblr. A lot.Everything you post is beautiful and educative, and you seem to be smart and interesting person I wish I knew in real life. Please, don't dissappear for long!
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August 2010
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excerpt from _To the Lighthouse_ by Virginia Woolf
…there rose that half-heard melody, that intermittent music which the ear half catches but lets fall; a bark, a bleat; irregular, intermittent, yet somehow related; the hum of an insect, the tremor of cut grass, disevered yet somehow belonging; the jar of a dorbeetle, the squeak of a wheel, loud, low, but mysteriously related; which the ear strains to bring together and is always on the...
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“Original and astonishing works of culture are like a bomb which falls on a lazy, stupefied town, where everybody sits with their mug of beer and is very wise, and is oblivious of the fact that their insipid well-being is precisely the cause of the thunder’s crash.” - Hegel, “Aphorisms from the Wastebook”, Miscellaneous Writings of G. W. F. Hegel, ed. Stewart
I’ll be taking a break from Tumblr for a few days. Thanks for being so fabulous—all of you. Bye bye for now.
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