System failure: March 2008

Perception

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"If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite"

William Blake

Seeing into the heart of things

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"If I were to tell you where my greatest feeling, my universal feeling, the bliss of my earthly existence has been, I would have to confess: It has always, here and there, been in this kind of in-seeing, in the indescribably swift, deep, timeless moments of this divine seeing into the heart of things."

Rainer Maria Rilke

Sense of something coming

I am like a flag in the center of open space.
I sense ahead the wind which is coming, and must live
it through.

while the things of the world still do not move:
the doors still close softly, and the chimneys are full
of silence,
the windows do not rattle yet, and the dust still lies down.

I already know the storm, and I am troubled as the sea.
I leap out, and fall back,
and throw myself out, and am absolutely alone
in the great storm.

Rainer Maria Rilke

slowly drowning

"It was falling silently, quietly.

She had waited for days.

Countless days.

A dream.

It was like a dream.

So transient, so light, so blurred.

She could not tell whether she was in light, or darkness.

She could only dream, while slowly drowning in the cold."

words & photo by Zhang Jingna

Becouse...

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"Life is short, Break the

rules, Forgive quickly, Kiss

slowly, Love Truly, Laugh

uncontrollably, And never regret

anything that made you Smile."

V838 Monocerotis

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Os passos da vida caminhando...

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"Há horas em que as coisas nos contemplam, e estão por um fio a comunicar connosco. Às vezes é um nada, um momento de êxtase em que distintamente ouvimos os passos da vida caminhando..."

Raul Brandão, Vale de Josafat, Memórias, vol. III

Little things

"Like I'm obsessed with little things.
Maybe I'm crazy, but...
When I was a little girl, my mom told me that I was always late to school.

One day she followed me to see why...
I was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees,
rolling on the sidewalk, or...
ants, crossing the road...
the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk...

Little things.

I think it's the same with people.

I see in them little details, so specific to each other,
that move me, and that I miss, and...
will always miss.

You can never replace anyone,
because everyone is made of such beautiful specific details."

Before Sunset

This is...

This is you.

Eyes closed, out in the rain.
You never thought you'd be doing something like this.
You never saw yourself as,
l don't know how you'd describe it, as...
like one of those people
who like looking up at the moon,
or who spend hours gazing at the waves or the sunset or...
I guess you know what kind of people l'm talking about

Maybe you don't

Anyway, you kinda...
you kinda like it being like this,
fighting the cold
and feeling the water seep through your shirt
and getting through to your skin.
And the feel of the ground
growing soft beneath your feet
and the smell.

And the sound of the rain hitting the leaves.
All the things they talk about in the books that you haven't read.

This is you.

Who would have guessed it?

You.

"My Life Without Me" by Isabel Coixet (2003)