Sublime
An inspiration engine for ideas
The only things he always kept by him were his pipe and his pen, and even these were not for getting attached to. He lost them constantly, he wrote: ‘they’re exiles in my hands’.
Sarah Bakewell • At the Existentialist Café: Freedom, Being, and Apricot Cocktails with Jean-Paul Sartre, Simone de Beauvoir, Albert Camus, Martin Heidegger, Maurice Merleau-Ponty and Others
and you will be nowhere in particular,
Ruth Ozeki • A Tale for the Time Being: A Novel (ALA Notable Books for Adults)
How do you know you’re on your path? Because it disappears. You can’t see where you’re going. That’s how you know.
-David Whyte
gauche
Kaliane Bradley • The Ministry of Time
sables changeants ;
Paul Kalanithi • Quand le souffle rejoint le ciel (Essais et documents) (French Edition)
a sense of desolation, employing such visual images as reeds that had been withered by frost. This pattern of use increased, as did the spirit of utter loneliness and finality implied by the term, and it went hand in hand with the Buddhist view on the existential transience of life known as mujo. The concept of mujo, taken from the Sanskrit anitya
Andrew Juniper • Wabi Sabi: The Japanese Art of Impermanence
How could you leaf me
instagram.com