NOT NICE

I know girls and none of us that nice (Blair Waldorf, Gossip Girl S.3)

A Lonely Writer Does

I’m a lonely writer/I live in a box of words/I took memories of you/And make it into my song...

Lyrics by Mian Tiara, Indonesian indie singer-songwriter.

The Fatality of Having Something (or too much)

There is fatality about all physical and intellectual distinction, the sort of fatality that seems to dog through history the faltering steps of kings. It is better not to be different from one's fellow. The ugly and the stupid have the best of it in this world. They can sit at their ease and gape at the play. If they know nothing of victory, they are at least spared the knowledge of defeat. They live as we all should live, undisturbed, indifferent and without disquiet.

(taken from The Picture of Dorian Gray).

Spending Time Alone

Growing up, I repeatedly heard people addressing me as weird, an anti-social human being. I spent so much time alone reading books. Weird loser that is me in the eyes of so many people. It saddened because no matter how much you try convincing yourself that you don't care what people say about you, at some point you could not help not to care.

Curtis Sittenfield thank you very much...

"You confuse being weird and spending time alone. But anyone who's really interested in anything spends time alone."

(taken from Prep, Curtis Sittenfeld).

Life is a Story

I can't imagine a life without a story

(NP. by Banana Yoshimoto)

The mEmorY of the SenSeS

Any hint of flavor, just a hint, leads through a tunnel back
to a light: the memory of my favorite stew. I never had words for it
in the first, although when I am inebriated with memory,
emotions about the ghostly meal rattle around.

-JeFF WeinsTein 'Thyme and Word Enough'

Don't Judge tHE Book by its Cover in Oscar Wilde's version

It is only shallow people who do not judge by appearances. The mystery of the world is the visible, not the invisible (taken from The Picture of Dorian Gray)

Stillness

At the still point of the turning world. Neither flesh or fleshless.
Neither from nor towards; at the still point, there the dance is.

---TS. Eliot, "Burnt Norton"

What we sEE, What We Say

What we see never lies in what we say (Foucault).

tHe Memory of tHINGS

[The past is] somewhere beyond the reach of the intellect,
and unmistakably present in some material object (or in sensation
which such an object arouses in us), though we have no idea which
one it is. As for that object, it depends entirely on chance
whether we come upon it before we die or whether we never
encounter it.

Marcel Proust, Swann's Way

Look Through and See Beyond

This is taken from Garance Dore's, I like it so much I decided to quote it here:

The little thing that makes magic..the complexity of an adolescent...the vulnerability of a man...the strength of a child..the fragility in the determined stride of a woman...

The Ideology of Love

'Love rarely comes true, as each of us knows, and it only lasts for a time' (Lacan 1983).

Manuel Castells on Real Virtuality

Real Virtuality: a system in which reality itself (that is, people’s material/symbolic existence) is entirely captured, fully immersed in a virtual image setting, in the world of make believe, in which appearances are not just on the screen through which experience is communicated, but they become the experience.

Freedom of Expression

Everyone has right to say things others do not want to hear (George Orwell).