There were many things I wanted to say to you before you left. Now I shall not say them. Though the light spills onto the balcony making the same shadows in the same places, only I can see it, only I can hear the wind and it is much too loud. The world seethes with words. Forgive me. I love you, but I must not think of you.
—
Paul Bowles, from “Next to Nothing,” Too Far From Home: The Selected Writings of Paul Bowles (Ecco, 1993)
“EMBRACE sweetness. Accept kindness into your life, both from strangers and old friends and yourself. Every time you look in a mirror, sneak yourself a compliment. My, your compassion looks beautiful today. Your intelligence is sparkling. When you speak, choose gentle words. Choose words with meaning. When you listen, don’t do anything else. Devote time to listen. Listen to each other, listen to your body, listen to nature. Give without considering what you’ll get in return. Make it through today, whatever way you can.”—
Schuyler Peck
it’s so fucked up when you see something you KNOW is a portal to somewhere but you can’t figure out how to activate it. this is the most frustrating feeling that plagues modern man.
