Some Thoughts:

“‘Things happen, people change,’ is what Amanda said. For her that covered it. You wanted an explanation, an ending that would assign blame and dish up justice. You considered violence and you considered reconciliation. But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you an remember is a name.” - Jay McInerney, Bright Lights, Big City

newyorker:

“We can let our ideals suffocate us or we can survive…Nuclear energy—now in its fourth generation—is at least as safe as any other form of power. Fukushima was a disaster, but was it worse than the fact that our atmosphere now contains more than four hundred parts per million of carbon dioxide, a figure that many climate scientists believe assures catastrophe? Sadly, we may soon find out.”

Michael Specter explains why he believes it’s time to go nuclear: http://nyr.kr/11C61Bi

“As he made his morning coffee, Tengo found himself silently wishing that this peaceful time could go on forever. If he said it aloud, some keen-eared demon somewhere might overhear him. And so he kept his wish for continued tranquility to himself. But things never go the way you want them to, and this was no exception. The world seemed to have a better sense of how you wanted things not to go.” - Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“So what I’m saying, what the point I’m trying to make is, that is no point to be made.That’s all that it is.There ain’t no point to it. Because you didn’t ask to come to this motherfucker and you sure cant choose how to leave. Cause you don’t know when you gon go. So don’t take this shit serious. You better have some fun and plenty of it. Cause when the shit’s on and you ask for a recharge it’s too late. So all I can say is keep some sunshine on your face.” - Richard Pryor

Somehow I slept on this tape

(Source: Spotify)

Verna: What’re you chewin’ over?

Tom Reagan: Dream I had once. I was walkin’ in the woods, I don’t know why. Wind came up and blew me hat off.

Verna: And you chased it, right? You ran and ran, finally caught up to it and you picked it up. But it wasn’t a hat anymore and it changed into something else, something wonderful.

Tom Reagan: Nah, it stayed a hat and no, I didn’t chase it. Nothing more foolish than a man chasin’ his hat.

juniusworth:

“Today we woke up to a revolution of snow,   

its white flag waving over everything,

the landscape vanished,

not a single mouse to punctuate the blankness,   

and beyond these windows

the government buildings smothered,

schools and libraries buried, the post office lost   

under the noiseless drift,

the paths of trains softly blocked,

the world fallen under this falling.”

 

- Billy Collins, Snow Day

 

Read all of the poem Snow Day.

 

Photo: bookowl

theparisreview:

Among the birches
ears scooped the rustle.

Ruby, his eyes
increased the rounded world.

No pigment save the sepia stain
the gland between his antlers left.

On sugar legs, he’d melt in winter,
leaving prints, aboriginal,

all animal.
Two lights appeared.

Machinery fit itself
to his blue-toned form.

This paper sheet
mimics him,

snow troubling the picture
as any whiteness will.

—Mark Wunderlich, “White”
Art Credit Jane Lee

tornblueprints:

I don’t want to be told
that the moon is beautiful
despite the fact
that it is cratered,
I want to be told 
that the moon is beautiful 
because of the fact
that it is cratered,
and that the blinding sun
can’t help
but shine a light 
on this broken beauty. 

(via fleurstains)

"The attitude one takes toward existence as a whole shouldn’t merely be a matter of temperament—of whether or not one is liverish, or of how well one slept the previous night. It should be subject to rational evaluation. And it is only by exploring the question Why is there something rather than nothing? that we might come to see the value of existence in a rational light."

A paragraph in Jim Holt’s Why Does the World Exist that I’m not sure I agree with. (via invisiblestories)