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In the grocery store, a girl in a cart. The clerk (man): have you been a good girl today?
mournful, dismal, or gloomy, esp. in an affected, exaggerated, or unrelieved manner: lugubrious songs of lost love.
Katie Stelmanis. SO GOOD.

(but I wouldn’t want it any other way)
Running // Mar 01, 2010
“When I’m criticized unjustly (from my viewpoint, at least), or when someone I’m sure will understand me doesn’t, I go running for a little longer than usual. By running longer it’s like I can physically exhaust that portion of my discontent. It also makes me realize again how weak I am, how limited my abilities are. I become aware, physically, of these low points. And one of the results of running a little farther than usual is that I become that much stronger. If I’m angry, I direct that anger toward myself. If I have a frustrating experience, I use that to improve myself. That’s the way I’ve always lived. I quietly absorb the things I’m able to, releasing them later, and in as changed a form as possible, as part of the story line in a novel.”
-Haruki Murakami, What I talk about when I talk about running
I ran A LOT this summer.
Providence, RI:



And then dropped it:

1. Whoa
2. More buttons please, xoxo
3. Time is up
I will put up some stills from the documentation soon.
MA: I feel like they are two different things, like you can’t be both.
PS: What are you talking about? You are hot and cute.
MA: Oh (embarrassed). Thanks P.
Bluets // Feb 24, 2010
239. But now you are talking as if love were a consolation. Simone Weil warned otherwise. “Love is not consolation,” she wrote. “It is light.”
240. All right then, let me try to rephrase. When I was alive, I aimed to be a student not of longing but of light.
-from Maggie Nelson’s Bluets
If you read anything in the next month, read this. 240 ruminations on the colour blue. Prettiest thing I have read in ages.
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