Found Objects

I'll tell you a story...I'll give you a memory.

There’s a long road of suffering ahead of you. But don’t lose courage. You’ve already escaped the gravest danger: selection. So now, muster your strength, and don’t lose heart. We shall all see the day of liberation. Have faith in life.

—Elie Wiesel 

(Source: alluvione, via photographic-energy)

“Sometimes I look at their photos- bright and colorful. Scenes seemingly so mundane but I can’t help but hate them. I envy the normalcy. I envy them for their habitual happiness.”

What a terrible thing it is to botch a farewell. I am a person who believes in form, in the harmony of order. Where we can, we must give things a meaningful shape. For example – I wonder – could you tell my jumbled story in exactly one hundred chapters, not one more, not one less? I’ll tell you, that’s one thing I have about my nickname, the way the number runs on forever. It’s important in life to conclude things properly. Only then can you let go. Otherwise you are left with words you should have said but never did, and your heart is heavy with remorse. That bungled goodbye hurts me to this day. I wish so much that I’d had one last look at him in the lifeboat, that I’d provoked him a little, so that I was on his mind.

(Source: troubled)

When you look at yourself from a universal standpoint, something inside always reminds or informs you that there are bigger and better things to worry about.

Last night I had a dream…Soon…

Last night I had a dream…Soon…