Oulipo
There is one thing that I am most of afraid of--an incorrigible, irascible fear that lurks into my thoughts, an incubus that envelops my every whim--it's a fear of being forgotten, the fear of not having a name. Ah! But now you're probably wondering, well, this person sounds like John Proctor--"Because it is my name! Because I cannot have another in my life! Because I lie and sign myself to lies! Because I am not worth the dust on the feet of them that hang! How may I live without my name? I have given you my soul; leave me my name!"
Maybe so, but there is one thing I hope to achieve and that is when I come to my death bed, I don't want to be remembered as just another number, as just another cookie cutter mold, another human. There is more to life than that. It's just finding where all the pieces fit is the hard part.
So, what do I plan on doing here? No clue yet. Maybe one day an idea will spawn from some downright awesome epiphany. Or not. Such is life.
Maybe so, but there is one thing I hope to achieve and that is when I come to my death bed, I don't want to be remembered as just another number, as just another cookie cutter mold, another human. There is more to life than that. It's just finding where all the pieces fit is the hard part.
So, what do I plan on doing here? No clue yet. Maybe one day an idea will spawn from some downright awesome epiphany. Or not. Such is life.
Nov 29
Nov 27
No Mister Bond I expect you to die thebronzemedal via xkcd
“ La saggezza e’ troppo inafferrabile per essere scoperta dietro casa
— (via bedancingwithmyself) (via zuppadivetro)
“ Ad un certo punto mi sono messo a leggere un forum e un post in particolare ha attirato la mia attenzione. Dopo le prime due righe ho pensato che il tizio era simpatico, alla quarta mi sono detto che mi piaceva il suo modo di scrivere. Alla quinta ho riscontrato un’identità totale di vedute. Alla sesta mi sono accorto che il contenuto del post aveva un che di familiare. Alla settima mi sono reso conto che l’avevo scritto io qualche mese fa.
“When you are old and gray and full of sleep, dream of the soft look your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep”
(via overflowing)
Nov 26
“ a noi esseri umani è proibito condividerlo, il dolore. ci hanno fatti come isole, quella volta, e nonostante i nostri tentativi, continuiamo a soffrire da soli. a vivere da soli.
“ Forse essere vivi è proprio questo: andare alla ricerca degli istanti che muoiono.
— (via younggoon) (via clairefisher)
(via loveyourchaos)
“ Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.
