15.6.09

Himininn er að hrynja, en stjörnurnar fara þér vel



"Do you still remember when we were little?
We were playing in the park,
And you asked me what happens when you die.
I said you forget everything. everything.
"Even you?" you asked.
Yes, even me.
You did not want to die. Never forget.
The remains of what we used to have were taken away with the softest squeeze.
How did I forget? How."



13.6.09

"A grotesque story. That is, I am a natural coiner of words, a blower of bubbles through one thing and another. And, striking off these observations spontaneously, I elaborate myself; differentiate myself and, listening to the voice that says as I stroll past, “Look! Take note of that!” I conceive myself called upon to provide, some winter’s night, a meaning for all my observations—a line that runs from one to another, a summing up that completes. But soliloquies in back streets soon pall. I need an audience. That is my downfall. That always ruffles the edge of the final statement and prevents it from forming. I cannot seat myself in some sordid eating-house and order the same glass day after day and imbue myself entirely in one fluid—this life. I make my phrase and run off with it to some furnished room where it will be lit by dozens of candles. I need eyes on me to draw out these frills and furbelows.

To be myself (I note) I need the illumination of other people’s eyes, and therefore cannot be entirely sure what is my self. The authentics, like Louis, like Rhoda, exist most completely in solitude. They resent illumination, reduplication. They toss their pictures once painted face downward on the field. On Louis’ words the ice is packed thick. His words issue pressed, condensed, enduring."

- Virginia Wolf,《The Waves》, 1931

Some people never go crazy
what truly horrible lives they must lead

- Charles Bukowski

11.6.09

t4





always alone outside
yet too crowded inside

10.6.09

I have spent all my life making dissociations, dissociations of idea, dissociations of sentiments, and if my work amounts to anything, it is because I have persevered in that method.

– Remy de Gourmont

i don't know the aim of life

9.6.09

grow

What are we gonna do now
We don't have a lot of options

" I think we should grow "

Faster
Don't look back
Faster
Don't look back

6.6.09

windy





3.6.09

t2





(broke my dip pen for this)

and the eyebrow sucks..