You get to know someone new, say she’s a respected pianist and you can’t help but crumble under the weight of the world any time you’re sitting at home and a piano piece comes on—this is her thing, and it is not an easy thing to share with someone who’s deep in spimes.
Generalized, this feeling becomes apparent every time you talk to photographers about photography, baristas about coffee and anarchists about anarchist practice.
Yesterday I jumped over three holes in the ground, the third one made my phone fly out of my pocket.
Sometimes, it takes a piece of graffiti to remind you of what you should do
Plants have fresh soil. I'll bring the young ones back home with me.
The trees, the trees, what remains of them makes the highest of mountains seem incredibly weak in the face of truth.
After the movie we ran to a cafe to discuss every single thought that occurred to us whilst watching. There was a lot to talk about.
I'm sitting in this cafe while the world washes over. Never have I seen so many people reading the paper.
The day begins with rain, ends with rain. In between the faces of wet commuters, keeping warm—together.
Outside my window, in the ghastly rain there reigns a community of “whatever the weather” commuters and they inspire hope.
Complexity of the dish does not determine the greatness of a meal