“Moans of approaching death” being where the real action is.
|—||C.S. Lewis, A Grief Observed|
T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party
Isn’t it pretty when the writer is philosopher?
“Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present.”
~ Ludwig Wittgenstein
There’s a great story of Wittgenstein being a lover of shoveling dirt and hard labor…..
Don’t eat library paste. This gravestone marker is from the Goldfield Pioneer Cemetery in Goldfield, Nevada.
Toning down my intake of library paste from now on…
Presented without comment.
What I Won’t Miss:
Bad dinners like the one we went to last night
Technology in general
Washing my hair
Polls that show that 32 percent of the American people believe in creationism
The collapse of the dollar
The sound of the vacuum cleaner
E-mail. I know I already said it, but I want to emphasize it.
Panels on Women in Film
Taking off makeup every night
What I Will Miss:
The concept of waffles
A walk in the park
The idea of a walk in the park
Shakespeare in the Park
Reading in bed
The view out the window
Dinner at home just the two of us
Dinner with friends
Dinner with friends in cities where none of us lives
Next year in Istanbul
Pride and Prejudice
The Christmas tree
One for the table
Taking a bath
Coming over the bridge to Manhattan
You go to take a photo but the last picture you took was with your phone’s front camera, so you get a moment of your own face, slack and unposed, before you have the chance to close your mouth, tuck your chin back in, and pretend death is not swiftly approaching.
same experience as catching your reflection in a suddenly darkened, say, ipad screen.
sometimes i put really fucking sad music on and look through the tagged facebook pics of someone i don’t know that well and pretend they’re someone i am in love with and it gets super weird real fast
a+ activity definitely recommend it
i do that too except instead of pretending i’m in love with them i pretend they died
|—||Don DeLillo (via thelifeguardlibrarian)|
|—||Don DeLillo, Underworld (via doctorsax)|