(via joachimesque & 20090331)
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Sep
“ Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.
— Mark Z. Danielewski (via brooklynmutt & jimmyjosh)
21
Sep
Loose Marbles (via Glynnis Ritchie)
21
Sep
Pausing for a photo (via Glynnis Ritchie)
21
Sep
On the quai, Île de la Cité (via Glynnis Ritchie)
21
Sep
Un café prés de la Sorbonne (via Glynnis Ritchie)
21
Sep
Free P Star, the Marais (via Glynnis Ritchie)
21
Sep
Arms: everywhere (via Glynnis Ritchie)
Sometimes it pays to remember the places you’ve been when the places you are haven’t turned out to be exactly what you thought you were looking forward to. Look at those goofs!
I grew up in Birmingham, Alabama. I recently lived and studied in Paris, France. This summer I lived in Brooklyn and worked at the Center for Book Arts. Now I'm back in Tuscaloosa, studying at the University of Alabama.
You can email me at my gmail address, glynnish. I don't bite.
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