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Meditations
What is it that becomes us of our friends? Do we decide or does fate? Perchance the only thing to decide is the constant force pushing us all to one another.
A stifling condition I find our modern times to be in - I want to immerse myself in it, I want to play in it.
I think my friends are a part of me - that effortless me whom is so like the stars, so vaguely corporeal and indiscreet.
The form that is my friends changes with the form in me; it is a variable contingent upon a constant and dynamic self.
deliberacy.
I’m in love
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Late night recording sesh with DJ Subcycle. Check it.
And therein lies the whole of man’s plight. Human time does not turn in a circle; it runs ahead in a straight line. That is why man cannot be happy: happiness is the longing for repetition.
Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being (via bookmania
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‘The artist is the confidant of nature, flowers carry on dialogues with him through the graceful bending of their stems and the harmoniously tinted nuances of their blossoms. Every flower has a cordial word which nature directs towards him.’
Auguste Rodin (via artemisdreaming)
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Relief
The familiar gaze of an old friend warms my worries to a light crisp, so they fritter away - until all that’s left is the insoluble memories; the aroma of experience; the love buried under all things. It makes the meaning behind all my actions more accessible, it makes what I do make more sense. It is not a new experience, but it is still an adventure, a moment of exploration, a chance to transcend. An opportunity not taken, because life is just too beautiful to look past in these moments. There is something infinite within these moments. There is something invincible in these moments. I am refueled for the life ahead of me, I am once again deliberate and present.
