#one hundred years of solitude
#gabriel garcia marquez
…Wherever they might be they always remember that the past was a lie, that memory has no return, that every spring gone by could never be recovered, and that the wildest and most tenacious love was an ephemeral truth in the end.
I think perhaps I’m so intrigued by the ephemerality of objects and memories because of the dual nature of that ephemerality - the sadness of loss and the terrible excitement of the fleeting moment that together make the thing so bittersweet. I remind myself constantly that everything is temporary. In this I find both relief and motivation.
A man is dead; but also, he lived.
I fell in love again / all things go, all things go
Step 2 Dance in the beer was going to winter’s first snowfall, except it’s the bad turnaround. See it, and surly shepherds; cavorting in misty lochside meadows; longing gazes from it
Found poetry from the Facebook Status Generator.
Sometimes you wanna go where everybody knows your name.
(photograph by the inimitable Ryan)
Everything happened today. I also had my first cup of coffee in over a month. Tom brewed it. It was the most delicious. It was like a revelation. He brewed the El Salvador Finca La Divina Providerxia, using the clever method. Everything about it was perfect. I am good for another month or so now.
I thought Sophie was just taking a picture of her coffee so I was absent-mindedly humming and looking out the window and wound up looking like the cover of a Belle and Sebastian album. Alas.
Paging Tawny Kerr, Paging Tawny Kerr: that is one cool looking coffee shop - where is it?
I am only just now seeing this message and I have no idea when you sent it! Papercup on Great Western Road - tiny but excellent coffee roasted on site by swell folks. Good bakes and food too.
Degree show sculpture (2010) wrapped in summer dresses.
"Hopes were like these ladies, Mom told us. Hopes were wallflowers. Hopes hugged the perimeter of the dance floor in your brain, tugging at their party lace, all perfume and hems and doomed expectation. They fanned their dance cards, these guests that pressed against the walls of your heart."