Food, fire, walks, dreams, cold, sleep, love, slowness, time, quiet, books, seasons – all these things, which are not really things, but moments of life – take on a different quality at night-time, where the moon reflects the light of the sun, and we have time to reflect what life is to us, knowing that it passes, and that every bit of it, in its change and its difference, is the here and now of what we have.
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
Life is too short to be all daylight. Night is not less; it’s more.
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| — | Jeanette Winterson, Why I Adore the Night (via twotonmantaray) |
Who’d have known your stomach could double as a camera?
Two UK students, Josh Lake and Luke Evans, ate 35mm film and were able to process photos after the film, erm, came out!
Poor boy, there is no hope for you. I have discovered your great wound; this flower in your side is destroying you.
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| — | Franz Kafka, The Country Doctor (via crematorie) |
