“You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.”

- Azar Nafis

Lighthouse Park

March 2013

When Saints Go Machine - You or the Gang

“Now then, thinking of nothing in boisterous silence, between one place, finding the missing, the key to an open door, in a moment of flowing - felt thoughts, moving fast very slowly, remembering the future, being clearly confused, in a state of constant change. ideas of thruth, real imagination almost exactly the genuin imitation of a casual purpose. sleeping awake on the bottom of the climax, that is known strangly to be the fullest emptiness of my emotional rationality.”

trust and find courage

When you know someone is feeling blue.

I see the rifles coming over the hill
And if you shout maybe they stop and won’t kill
But if they think like me
You’ll be as dead as he

I see the lion crawling over your bed
And if you stay awake, your walk in lead
To what you know will be
Never lets you breathe

I see no color in your eyes
I see no images at all
I see no color in your eyes
And no reflections no earth or sky

I won’t let you take him away
And I won’t give to you the fires of hate
So I will never see
What you’ve done to me

I see no color in your eyes
I see no images at all
I see no color in your eyes
And no reflections no earth or sky

Now you come alive
With the world at your side
Now you come alive
With the world at your side

I see the rifles coming over the hill
And if you shout maybe they stop and won’t kill
But if they think like me
You’ll be as dead as he, hesitating

I see no color in your eyes
I see no images at all
I see no color in your eyes
And no reflections no earth or sky

Now you come alive
With the world at your side
Now you come alive
With the world at your side

Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - Rifles

“Technology has become the architect of our intimacies.”

http://alonetogetherbook.com/

“Mountain, I do not love you, for you remind me of the clouds, of the sunset, of the rinsing sky, and there are things that almost make me cry because one can never reach them […]. But when showing me this, sly, mountain, you block the distant view which gladdens me, for it reveals the attainable at a glance.”

Franz Kafka - Descriptions of a Struggle

“In a metaphorically muddy way, I´m saying hell yeah to being a grown-up, experiencing, remembering, standing up, and falling down.”

Laurel Borrowman in DISCORDER MAGAZINE, March 2013

Wrocław, Polska