It is a sad and beautiful world...

Was sitting outside, having a cigarette on my college campus, and a drunken old man decided that it would be appropriate to sit next to me with HIS BODY DIRECTLY PRESSING AGAINST MINE and said “beautiful young women should not smoke” into my ear. And that’s the story of how Alex decided that SHE WILL NEVER EVER BE GOING OUT INTO PUBLIC AGAIN.


lazenby:

You know what I like? I like imagining that Descartes, after seeing the fly crawl across his bedroom’s ceiling and because of seeing it creating the coordinate system upon which nearly all of our society depends, that Descartes gets out of bed in the early-afternoon light and seizes a bottle to try to memorialize the body of the fly that gave him modernity. Only to watch it escape through the wide-open window.


I’m going to assume that the spirit of James Joyce decided that it should snow one last time this winter so that my classmates and I would have it fresh in our memories for the final image of “The Dead.” (at Gabriel’s Eyes) View Larger

I’m going to assume that the spirit of James Joyce decided that it should snow one last time this winter so that my classmates and I would have it fresh in our memories for the final image of “The Dead.” (at Gabriel’s Eyes)