𝖢𝖺𝗍 𝗇𝖺𝗉 𝖻𝗒 𝖩𝖾𝖿𝖿
Handle with care
Still haven’t recovered from how beautiful the fjords were.
Flåm, Norway, August 2023
No song nor poetry can convey tragedy like a cat who wants through a door
“It is in sickness that we are compelled to recognise that we do not live alone but are chained to a being from a different realm, from whom we are worlds apart, who has no knowledge of us and by whom it is impossible to make ourselves understood: our body.
…To ask pity of our body is like discoursing in front of an octopus, for which our words can have no more meaning than the sound of the tides, and with which we should be appalled to find ourselves condemned to live.”
The Guermantes Way, Marcel Proust
trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin, revised by D.J. Enright
Haruki Murakami
You're right, I'd never fall for you at all
La La Land (2017) dir. Damien Chazelle