I look'd toward Birnam, and anon, methought the wood began to move.

Things are strange today. I'm easily distracted and prone to unprovoked, dreamlike fantasies.
I feel like an animal--some little half-clumsy, half-graceful creature stuck in a body it doesn't understand.
The minor, sombre, sinister key of the low strings rises to a mezzo forte as my ( Read more... )

Mountains should be climbed with as little effort as possible and without desire. The reality of your own nature should determine the speed. If you become restless, speed up. If you become winded, slow down. You climb the mountain in an equilibrium between restlessness and exhaustion. Then, when you're no longer thinking ahead, each footstep isn't ( Read more... )

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
Anaïs NinIn ( Read more... )

I realized something about myself recently ( Read more... )