through this pale light
"...I get up. I move through this pale light. I see it change beneath my hands and on the sleeves of my coat: I cannot describe how much it disgusts me. I yawn. I light the lamp on the table: perhaps its light will be able to combat the light of day."
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
They used to tank cod from Alaska all the way to China. They’d keep them in vats in the ship. By the time the codfish reached China the flesh was mush and tasteless. So this guy came up with this idea that if you put these cods in these big vats, put some catfish in with them. And the catfish would keep the cod agile. And there are those people who are catfish in life. They keep you on your toes. They keep you guessin’. They keep you thinkin’. They keep you fresh. And I thank God for the catfish, because we would be dull and boring if we didn’t have somebody nipping at our fin.
Sunday, June 26, 2011
The Post-Internship Itinerary
1. Geneva

2. Rome

3. Dubrovnik


4. Paris

5. Montreal

6. Home

Saturday, May 14, 2011
toska
Labels:
apathy,
existentialism,
genève,
genius,
home,
impossibly esoteric,
literature,
quotes,
vanity
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
it all exists
I believe in everything until it's disproved. So I believe in fairies, the myths, dragons. It all exists, even if it's in your mind. Who's to say that dreams and nightmares aren't as real as the here and now?
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