Burning Gravity

Srin. Infinite. I wish nothing could bring us down.

“The Greek word for “return” is nostos. Algos means “suffering.” So nostalgia is the suffering caused by an unappeased yearning to return.”

– Milan Kundera, Ignorance

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“Part of the function of memory is to forget. The omni-retentive mind will break down and produce at best an idiot savant who can recite a telephone book, and at worst a person to whom every grudge and slight is as yesterday’s.”

– Christopher Hitchens

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“Loneliness as a situation can be corrected, but as a state of mind it is an incurable illness.”

– Vladimir Nabokov

“Sleep is good and books are better.”

– George R.R. Martin

“And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in.”

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility

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“Now I have conversations
with myself in poems
because I do not know
how to speak to anybody else.”

Sorry For Ignoring Your Call I Forgot How To Talk, Lora Mathis

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“I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.”

– note to self

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“The sun sliced through the windshield, sealing me in light. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth on my eyelids. Sunlight traveled a long distance to reach this planet; an infinitesimal portion of that sunlight was enough to warm my eyelids. I was moved. That something as insignificant as an eyelid had its place in the workings on the universe, that the cosmic order did not overlook this momentary fact.”

– Haruki Murakami

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Miles of Sky - Sawatch Range

Miles of Sky - Sawatch Range

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“It’s not that I can’t fall in love. It’s really that I can’t help falling in love with too many things all at once. So, you must understand why I can’t distinguish between what’s platonic and what isn’t, because it’s all too much and not enough at the same time.”

– Jack Kerouac

“I woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost.”

– Jack Kerouac, On the Road