i feel like i love someone the very first day , not after six years .
i don't call that love , that's more friendship .

you think they're really so different ?
basically , love and friendship are the same .

no, i'm never friends with someone i love .
love makes me mean .

i don't believe in love without friendship .

maybe , but for me friendship comes later .

whether it's sooner or later doesn't matter .
but friendship has something i hope love has too - respect for other's freedom .
it's not possessive .

i'm possessive . terribly possessive .

you shouldn't be . you'll ruin your life .

i know . i was born to be unhappy .
but no , i won't be unhappy .
i'm very happy . i only think of positive things .
people are unhappy because they want to be .
when i feel down i think about how there are happy times , and crying does no good anyway .
i think about how marvelous it is to be here , and how much fun i'm going to have .

what do you call having fun ?

having fun is being alive .
for instance , today i'm very happy .
tomorrow i may be sad . so then i think of something else .
i concentrate on one specific thing and how fantastic it is, and i'm happy for the rest of the day .

but when i'm in love , it occupies me totally and i forget that i'm happy to be alive .

you mustn't forget , you mustn't sacrifice life or happiness for love .

genou

it can be a bit stifling though . when i'm bored i'd rather be anywhere but here .

it is beautiful , but sometimes i feel smothered .
it's not being hemmed in that's so stifling .
it's too beautiful . all this beauty can be exhausting .

you have to get away now and then .

lovers have to get away from each other now and then .

" And forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet
and the winds long to play with your hair . "

" a good idea today , vigorously executed now, is better than a perfect plan next week ."

And the day came when the risk it took to remain tight inside the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.

- Anais Nin

It's about designing your own life – not someone else's.
It's a belief that simple is better than complicated.
And it's the knowledge that real simplicity is always the result of openness and honesty.
Our products spring from a commitment to moderation in all things except quality
– and from the confident awareness that modesty and discretion are, together, the better part of style.


Because there is complexity in purity.

Elegance in plainness.

Intricacy in streamlining.

Richness in reduction.

Depth in minimalism.

Surprise in uniformity.

Innovation in re-use.

Cool in the avoidance of cool.

And there is true sophistication in simplicity.




- MUJI

freedom



there is nothing left to lose .

build “a little cabin somewhere with the dough I made and live there for the rest of my life,”
away from
“any goddam stupid conversation with anybody.”


- J.D. Salinger

the attic is the ultimate space for enlightenment ; a clear mind .


Gaston Bachelard

Whatever you want to do ,
do it now.
For life is time
and time is all there is .

" . . consider a world in which cause and effect are erratic.
sometimes the first precedes the second, sometimes the second the first. or, perhaps, cause lies forever in the past while effect in the future, but future and past are entwined . . a young woman sits near a fountain in Botanischer Garten. she comes here every Sunday to smell the white double violets, the muck rose, the matted pink gillyflowers.
suddenly, her heart soars, she blushes, she paces anxiously
she becomes happy for no reason.
days later she meets a young man and is smitten with love.
are the two events not connected?
but by what bizarre connection, by what twist in time, by what reversed logic ?

. . most people have learned to live in the moment.
the argument goes that if the past has uncertain effect on the present, there is no need to dwell on the past.
and if the present has little effect on the future, present actions need not be weighed for their consequence.
rather, each act is an island of time, to be judged on its own . .
it is a world of impulse. it is a world of sincerity .
it is a world in which every word spoken speaks just to that moment
every glance given has only one meaning, each touch has no past or future, each kiss is a kiss of immediacy . "


- excerpt Einstein's Dreams

Learn to say “Fuck You” to the world once in a while.

You have every right to.

Just stop thinking

worrying

looking over your shoulder wondering

doubting

fearing

hurting, hoping for some easy way out, struggling, grasping, confusing, itchin, scratching
mumbling, bumbling, grumbling, humbling, stumbling, numbling, rumbling
gambling, tumbling, scumbling, scrambling, hitching, hatching, bitching
moaning, groaning, honing, boning, horse-shitting, hair-splitting, nit-picking
piss-trickling, nose sticking, ass-gouging, eyeball-poking, finger-pointing
alleyway-sneaking, long waiting, small stepping, evil-eyeing, back-scratching
searching, perching, besmirching, grinding, grinding, grinding away at yourself.

Stop it and just DO!



That sounds fine, wonderful – real nonsense.
Do more.
More nonsensical, more crazy, more machines, more breasts, penises, cunts, whatever
– make them abound with nonsense.
Try and tickle something inside you, your “weird humor.”
You belong in the most secret part of you.

Don’t worry about cool, make your own uncool.

Make your own, your own world.

If you fear, make it work for you – draw & paint your fear and anxiety.
And stop worrying about big, deep things such as “to decide on a purpose and way of life
a consistant approach to even some impossible end or even an imagined end”
You must practice being stupid, dumb, unthinking, empty.
Then you will be able to DO!



- excerpt
Letter From Sol LeWitt
to Eva Hesse

the beauty of . .

. . what it means to be young and struggling
to make sense of your own life and the world around you
— and all the alternating waves of darkness and confusion
and brightness and possibility that come with that.

Apparition

The moon was grieving. Seraphim in tears,
Musing in the calm of vaporous flowers,
Were drawing, bow in hand, from sad violas
Sobbing glissandos over blue corollas.
- It was the blessèd day of your first kiss.
My reverie, enraptured by the abyss,
Imbibed its wisdom from the sad perfume
Which even the dreams we gather in full bloom
Distill within the heart that gathers them.
My eyes on the worn stones, I wandered then,
When suddenly you happened to appear,
Laughing, with evening sunlight in your hair;
And I thought I saw the fairy with the cap
Of light, who passed before my infant sleep,
Opening her hands to scatter through the years
Snowy bouquets of richly scented stars.

- Stéphane Mallarmé

stages


As every flower fades and as all youth
Departs, so life at every stage,
So every virtue. so our grasp of truth,
Blooms in its day and may not last forever.
Since life may summon us at every age
Be ready , heart, for parting, new endeavor,
Be ready bravely and without remorse
to find new light that old ties cannot give.
In all beginnings dwells a magic force
For guarding us and helping us to live.

Serenely let us move to distant places
And let no sentiments of home detain us.
The Cosmic Spirit seeks not to restrain us
But lifts us stage by stage to wider spaces.
If we accept a home of our own making,
Familiar habit makes for indolence.
We must prepare for parting and leave-taking
Or else remain the slaves of permanence.

Even the hour of our death may send
Us speeding on to fresh and newer spaces,
And life may summon us to newer races.
So be it, heart: bid farewell without end.

- Hermann Hesse

the swing of things

the taste of blood

the tongue's percussion

the space between buildings


selections from
josh druckman