Venice, Italy, 2017.
There are nightmares screaming from distance.
There are silences filling our words.
There are conversations.
There are pieces of peace.
There is the sky and the sea.
From the distance and the silence.
“She had the right idea, old man, don’t you think - to disappear before it gets too late?”
Days for:
calmness,
meaningful moments,
self-communion,
slow introspective,
empathy,
hope and love.
Power of nature.
“Life changes fast. Life changes in the instant. You sit down to dinner and life as you know it ends.”
— Joan Didion
L'innocence
Beau fantôme de l'innocence,
Vêtu de fleurs,
Toi qui gardes sous ta puissance
Une âme en pleurs !
Ô toi qui devanças nos hontes
Et nos revers,
Es-tu si grand que tu surmontes
Tout l'univers !
Le reste, comme la poussière,
S'est envolé,
Devant le feu de ma paupière
Tout s'est voilé,
Tout s'est enfui, flamme et fumée,
Tout est au vent ;
Toi seul sur mon âme enfermée
Planes souvent.
Pour courir à ta voix qui crie :
« Éternité ! »
Pour monter à Dieu que je prie,
J'ai tout jeté.
La nuit, pour chasser un mensonge
Qui me fait peur,
Ta main, plus forte que le songe,
Étreint mon coeur.
Quelle absence est assez profonde
Pour te braver,
Quand ton regard perce le monde
Pour nous trouver ?
De mon âme ont jailli des âmes
Dignes de toi :
Au milieu de ces pures flammes,
Ressaisis-moi !
Beau fantôme de l'innocence
Vêtu de fleurs,
Oh ! Garde bien en ta puissance
Notre âme en pleurs.
Marceline Desbordes-Valmore
L’innocence.
Days at home.
“I'm not telling you to make the world better, because I don't think that progress is necessarily part of the package. I'm just telling you to live in it. Not just to endure it, not just to suffer it, not just to pass through it, but to live in it. To look at it. To try to get the picture. To live recklessly. To take chances. To make your own work and take pride in it. To seize the moment. And if you ask me why you should bother to do that, I could tell you that the grave's a fine and private place, but none I think do there embrace. Nor do they sing there, or write, or argue, or see the tidal bore on the Amazon, or touch their children. And that's what there is to do and get it while you can and good luck at it.”
— Joan Didion
Moments I want to remember.
It’s not about perfection but real moments that may you feel alive. Le quotidien.
Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.
— Joan Didion
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Paris, 2016.
Observations.
Each path is unique.
Read, learn, work it up, go to the literature.
Information is control.
— Joan Didion
seven years sharing life with this guy.
To free us from the expectations of others, to give us back to ourselves--there lies the great, singular power of self-respect.
— Joan Didion
Basic needs for today.
“La ausencia es presencia concentrada.”
— Frédéric Beigbeder