Where does all the time go? Other lives wind themselves into your own and then leave for distant places or wink out like extinguished lamps, and then all the evidence you have that there was ever any time is a few scribbled words and a few blurred pictures. Then those burn in a fire or blow away in wind and you have nothing. So many millions of seconds I’ve misspent. So many people that robbed me of my time and ran away.
(Source: knowrq)
I still have enough faith in language to believe that if I place enough words next to each other on the page, they will start to speak with sounds of their own.
“a cacophony of sounds assaults the viewer of the piece when enters the soundproof, hemispherical dome and shuts the door. arranged around the inner wall of the dome at precisely measured intervals are twenty-four phonographs with their doors thrown wide, each of them playing a different…
The Dream of Perpetual Motion… The idea of a perpetual motion machine… being imprissoned on a zepplin after a human uprising in a mechanical world… it can sure give you time to think of the perfect way to tell your story …
[And please note: Typing on a Netbook is not easy. Therefore, I shall be…
(Source: dexterpalmer.com)
cute nicknames for your significant other:
- old sport
- old sport
- old sport
- old sport
- old sport
- old sport
- old sport
(via love-mena)