Nonsense! Gobbledygook! Gibberish! Balderdash! Folderol!
Nonsense! Gobbledygook! Gibberish! Balderdash! Folderol!
“Taken together, these examples challenge the idea that the past disappears once it is no longer actively remembered. The past often remains present in quieter and less obvious ways. It stays in what is unsaid, in the places people move through, and in the physical traces of those who came before them.”
Heat wave ramblings.
I wonder where these guys are from. I wonder if they’re far from home. I wonder if they have kids or wives or parents or dogs who miss them. Or, maybe, who are glad they’re gone. Which would be worse?
“You cannot command the oceans, nor can you dictate the trajectory of the winds. But the mastery of the helm—the art of adjusting the sails—is, and forever remains, your sovereign right.”
“Much of what has the most meaning relates to small stories and moments. This isn’t all there is to it, but recognizing beauty is really a big part of that too, especially if it can be highlighted in places that are unexpected or overlooked.”
For generations a formal portrait wasn’t a mere document but an assertion of self-hood: I’m here. Remember me.
A playlist of songs about sleep, not sleeping, and dreams for these troubled times.
Spring ramblings.
Songs about home: missing home, leaving home, memories of home, defining home.