The girl looked a little like Ramona Flowers, but older: in her thirties now; and strung out. Her hair might have been bright blue or green once, but now it resembled an old lady’s blue rinse. She clutched a thin jacket too tightly around her, and walked with a permanent scowl. He face was thinner now, and meaner. Whether she was looking for a fix, or for trouble, it didn’t much matter.

"Verily it is by beauty that we come at wisdom"

…But most of all the sensation of sidewalks, for that is how you see yourself whenever you stop to think about who you are: a man who walks, who has spent his life walking through the streets of cities.
Paul Auster, The Winter Journal.

Holy shit, Paul Auster is wonderful. I don’t ever want to put this down, but I have to so it doesn’t end.
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jameskei:

Chiaroscuro study

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mr-odin:

"The Gap" by Ira Glass.

Brilliant advice for young (and not so young) creatives.

I have to remember to watch this Every. Damn. Day.

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This man is a genius.