Monday, November 21, 2011

Blankets...

Amazing graphic novel by Craig Thompson



"It's inspiring to see children struggling so hard to climb that hill all for the very brief pleasure of going back down. Us adults are always on the uphill climb. Up, up, up and it doesn't get anywhere."


Sunday, November 20, 2011

"I'm not flailing now, as my muscles are rigid with the tension of holding myself together. The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt...and I could shatter into strange, razor-sharp shards."

-Mockingjay

Thursday, November 17, 2011

Apathy Unveiled





“It now lately sometimes seemed a black miracle to me that people could actually care deeply about a subject or pursuit, and could go on caring this way for years on end. Could dedicate their entire lives to it. It seemed admirable and at the same time pathetic. We are all dying to give our lives away to something, maybe.”
— David Foster Wallace, Infinite Jest

Sunday, November 13, 2011

The light at the end of the tunnel has been shut off due to lack of funds.








We are all going, I thought, and it applies to turtles and turtlenecks, Alaska the girl and Alaska the place, because nothing can last, not even the earth itself. The Buddha said that suffering was caused by desire, we’d learned, and that the cessation of desire meant the cessation of suffering. When you stopped wishing things wouldn’t fall apart, you’d stop suffering when they did.
John Green, Looking for Alaska


Friday, November 11, 2011

Had a conversation with a former teacher today. We were talking about an ex-boyfriend of hers from when she studied abroad in England. She told me about her original plans to move there permanently, find a job, and have a life with him. All this changed when she went home and met her future [and current] husband. This got me thinking....there are so many paths that people can take, if any number of people chose a different path, there's a high likelihood that I would not be here today. If my former teacher would have moved to England and stayed...I wouldn't have moved in with her during high school and I doubt I'd have reached out to anyone. Though, who knows what could have happened and what might yet happen...