Never mind what others think, I think you're beautiful.
When we see the beauty of the snow, when we see the beauty of the full moon, when we see the beauty of the cherries in bloom, when in short we brush against and are awakened by the beauty of the four seasons, it is then that we think most of those close to us, and want them to share the pleasure. (Yasunari Kawabata)
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
halfway, half life
Halfway through the semester, fatigue sets in and the thought dogs you more often than usual. Of how pitifully insufficient, half-done, amorphous everything seems these days. You only have access to fragments of people, stolen bits of conversation in shop doorways, cyphered messages in a broken language you cannot understand. Never the full picture, never the full time, never the full language. Never the full person.
The desired things are remoter than ever, out of reach. A fleeting glimpse in the distance, or a winter sun seen through a thick, translucent glass. It is there, but it isn't. It has no warmth, no reality, it does not shine on you.
The desired things are remoter than ever, out of reach. A fleeting glimpse in the distance, or a winter sun seen through a thick, translucent glass. It is there, but it isn't. It has no warmth, no reality, it does not shine on you.