“ A man touched me: his hand... my thigh.I touched him too: my fist... his jaw. ”
His hands were weak and shaking from carrying far too many books from the bookshop. It was the best feeling.
~ Joseph Gordon-Levitt
The Sun is such a lonely star. Whenever he comes out to see his friends, they all disappear.
Mapmaker mapmakermake me a mapone to one scale, without a single gap.Map every rock,every thought, every treeand erase all the territory.
I think there is something beautiful in reveling in sadness. The proof is how beautiful sad songs can be. So I don’t think being sad is to be avoided. It’s apathy and boredom you want to avoid. But feeling anything is good, I think. Maybe that’s sadistic of me.
