"Today is my thirtieth birthday and I sit on the ocean wave in the schoolyard and wait for Kate and think of nothing. Now in the thirty-first year of my dark pilgrimage on this earth and knowing less than I ever knew before, having learned only to recognize merde when i see it, having inherited no more from my father than a good nose for merde, for every species of shit that flies—my only talent—smelling merde from every quarter, living in fact in the very century of merde, the great shithouse of scientific humanism where needs are satisfied, everyone becomes an anyone, a warm and creative person, and prospers like a dung beetle, and one hundred percent of people are humanists and ninety-eight percent believe in God, and men are dead, dead, dead; and the malaise has settled like a fall-out and what people really fear is not that the bomb will fall but that the bomb will not fall—on this my thirtieth birthday, I know nothing and there is nothing to do but fall prey to desire."
The Moviegoer by Walker Percy
"Trees talk to each other at night.
All fish are named either Lorna or Jack.
Before your eyeballs fall out from watching too much TV, they get very loose.
Tiny bears live in drain pipes.
If you are very very quiet you can hear the clouds rub against the sky.
The moon and the sun had a fight a long time ago.
Everyone knows at least one secret language.
When nobody is looking, I can fly.
We are all held together by invisible threads.
Books get lonely too.
Sadness can be eaten.
I will always be there."
Raul Gutierrez, “Lies I’ve Told My 3 Year Old Recently” (via elsastclaire)
(via elsastclaire)
“Tree Drawings” by Tim Knowles, 2006
A series of drawings produced using drawing implements attached to the tips of tree branches. The wind’s effects on the trees were then recorded on paper. Like signatures, each drawing reveals the various qualities and characteristics of each tree.
Pure
(Source: likeafieldmouse, via donjoseph)
frost moon camping.
we are all travelers
“a personal project about chance encounters, missed connections, and the thousands of people from all over the world whose lives intersect each day in the Jardin des Tuileries.”
- Kaitlin Rebesco
I love the style of photography. Almost dream-like, there are no indications of a ground, or any kind of landmarks. The figures are washed out by the white background, and yet it is incredibly easy to see them make up a larger, everyday scene that the work erases from our eyes.
allie.
in the fairyland she never knew. (not like we did)
sewanee, tn. november 2012.
scanned 8x10in negative.
bea.
behind the barn in the gloaming.
sewanee, tn. november 2012.
scanned 8x10in negative.
