“Do you ever feel your life has turned into something you never intended?”
Nocturnal animals, Tom Ford, 2016
“The older I get, the more intense is my interest in the various ways and forms in which light appears in nature. I am amazed, I learn from that, and I am aware that it is the light of the sun that illuminates the buildings I envision. I hold spaces, materials, textures, colors, surfaces, and shapes up to the light of the sun; I capture this light, reflect it, filter it, screen it off; I thin it out to create a luster in the right spot. Light as an agent, I’m familiar with it. But when I really start thinking about it, I understand hardly anything.”
— Peter Zumthor, Thinking Architecture
Ma confiance dans la poésie est sans limite. Elle est seule capable de me consoler de l’horreur du monde.
Dany Laferrière
(via mignonne-allons-voir-si-la-rose)
A blue moon is a rare orb.
I prefer mine common and mellow.
And in such light,
I would take You,
Darling,
Slow... and... easy...
Lest our sudden, mutual combustion
Leave nothing
But nameless black Cinder.
@soulreserve
name this nameless moon this sapphire blotch in our starlit sky, take it and sink it in inky blue desire, pluck its supple flowers with pale translucent lips and suck their sweet nectar of love, lay me down on its crescent hills seeped in shimmering moondust and name me too. call me darling, call me love. wild and windblown I’ll camp down on this earth near you, so close to you I will see you move and cloud me gently devour me take over everything that is mine and then, as you outshine us both - me and this dreamy nameless moon, I’ll ache for you in afterglow.
© SoulReserve 2019
This map fascinates me. I would love to understand the algorithms by which it is constructed.
France if its 14 regions had about the same population.
╭☆花點時間什麼都別做,往往能瞭然一切。 Taking time to do nothing often brings everything into perspective.
A non-sorted terrigenous deposit of large clasts in a matrix of fines.
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