Beautiful Cynicism III

If we could know each other’s deepest, most innermost thoughts, feelings, and fleeting desires, we would all run screaming from one another. Sometimes, we need not know everything; sometimes we need our human ignorance. Sometimes the darkness is a needed friend, even – or especially – when what we don’t know would hurt us. Sometimes we just don’t need to know. But only if in the end it truly does no harm – when it’s ephemeral, harmless; when knowing would change nothing, and not knowing allows the inner reflection necessary. But how to judge when this is the case, and not something sinister lying in wait? A thought, a fear, an inkling – when does it become obsession, something “serious”? How does one differentiate? When is the inevitable panic justified?

The day began with litchi liqueur.

10:44 AM. Time to return to the warmth of the covers before the clickity-clackity of the keyboard really does wake him. It’s not yet time for the alarm call; the city’s icy goodness can wait.

We are made wise not by the recollection of our past, but by the responsibility for our future. ~George Bernard Shaw

And yet, recollections there are: and many, at that. And yes, looking towards and preparing for the future are important – but so is remembering the past, which is what shapes us, from one little HPB to Miss Orange…

Photo: Photo Monkey @ Flickr

Why am I not surprised?

A dream which is not interpreted is like a letter which is not read. (The Talmud)

What will the day bring? Just now, upon waking, anything is possible.

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Photo: AP/Ramon Espinosa, via CTV News.

Il y a sur terre de telles immensités de misère, de détresse, de gêne et d’horreur, que l’homme heureux n’y peut songer sans prendre honte de son bonheur.

André Gide

Sunday snow falling softly. I munch on cashews whilst conjuring up plans for breakfast for two. A lovely morning.

Oh, dear…

Image above from Suicide Food, a blog showcasing examples of “suicidal” animals (i.e. adverts featuring animals destined to become food – and happy about that fact). Good for a laugh (or a shudder… often both).

Photo: Gizmodo.com via Boingboing.

Bon, ça y est…
Conditions actuelles – température: -28,5; refroidissement éolien: -37. Ouf!

Sage, ce n’est pas une question de temps, c’est une question de coeur et le coeur n’est pas dans le temps.
-Christian Bobin

Pour Ely, la plus « wild » des « goats »

A difficult weekend. But why? No outwards change; sunny skies; money in my pocket… But no free time. What moments I steal end up inducing guilt, because I could/should be doing something else more productive. Four projects on the go, running behind on nearly all of them, many personal connections left in the dust too. Bad feelings all around. And yet, and yet… The air is crisp and sweet, the ground firm and crackling, the sun a deep gold, the wind sharp. Autumn is upon us, and I struggle to crawl out from beneath my burdens to enjoy it; even watching it from afar, windows between us, is a small joy. It is not unrelenting; there are always moments of life breathed into me. Bouncing around town from one small ethnic shop to another – Polish, German, Italian; walking hand in hand over frosty evening ground, just as the stars being poking through the darkness above; eating a home-cooked meal whilst camped out on the living room floor, in a pile of blankets; these things matter. And for all the uncertainty that’s out there, there is still something to lean on, something to count on, even if its lifespan is yet unknown.

Good morning, lethargy. Litchi liqueur. Monstrous little beasties. You cannot take your pretty hands off me. Bubbly, bubbly Eno. Fuzzy and blue (and orange). Monkey in a bird cage. Subdued grey, punctuated by bursts of colour. Mr. Frosticles. Counterfeit marriage? I’m a winner!

La peur des piqûres, ça ne peut pas se guérir par l’acupuncture. (Pierre Legaré)

Un jour, deux bras, deux vaccins: une cynique épuisée avec un corps endolori. Aïe!

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