i don’t want to change you.

wherever you are, know that i adore you no matter how far, well i can go before you and if ever you need someone- well, not that you need helping but if ever you want someone know that i am willing photograph taken in Los Angeles, lyrics by Damien Rice happy birthday, S. Advertisements

roman candles.

…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars. […]


Usually we walk around constantly believing ourselves. “I’m okay” we say. “I’m alright”. But sometimes the truth arrives on you and you can’t get it off. That’s when you realize that sometimes it isn’t even an answer—it’s a question. Even now, I wonder how much of my life is convinced. text from Markus Zusak’s The Book […]

no actual existence.

Time, indeed! There’s no such thing as Time really; it has no actual existence. Time is nothing more than an infinitesimal point in infinity. At the most, Time is a sort of tunnel through which we are accustomed to believe that we are traveling. There’s a roar in our ears and a darkness in our […]

what we talk about:

“Say what you want to, but I know it was he loved me,” Terri said. “I know he did. It may sound crazy to you, but it’s true just the same. People are different, Mel Herb. Sure, sometimes he may have acted crazy. Okay. But he loved me. In his own way, maybe, but he loved me. There was was love there, Mel Herb. Don’t say […]

to waste time pleasantly.

Melancholy diminishes as I write.  Why then don’t I write it down oftener?  Well, one’s vanity forbids.  I want to appear a success even to myself.  Yet I don’t get to the bottom of it.  It’s having no children, living away from friends, failing to write well, spending too much on food, growing old.  I […]

a matter of seconds.

When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven […]

to wit, the sun.

Generally it was maintained that a human factor overrode the mechanical process; upon closer inspection, a human mark, the trace of a cultural act, could be discerned. Alphonse Lamartine wrote one such apologia: initially he had condemned the photograph as abject, a plagiarism of nature, utterly soulless; after seeing the work of Adam Salomon, he […]