a life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing. - GEORGE BERNARD SHAW


i think we ought to read only the kind of books that wound and stab us. if the book we are reading doesn’t wake us up with a blow on the head, what are we reading it for? — FRANZ KAFKA


my justification is that most people my age spend a lot of time thinking about what they’re going to do for the next five or ten years. the time they spend thinking about their life, i just spend drinking.—  AMY WINEHOUSE


personality is not enough.


a mind is a terrible thing to have.


i was drawn to all the wrong things: i liked to drink, i was lazy, i didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. i was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. i didn’t make for an interesting person. i didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. what i really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. on the other hand, when i got drunk i screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. one kind of behavior didn’t fit the other. i didn’t care. - CHARLES BUKOWSKI


almost. it’s a big word for me. i feel it everywhere. almost home. almost happy. almost changed. almost, but not quite. not yet. soon, maybe. - JOAN BAUER

#292 - about black marble: the next chapter

now it’s about late sunsets and bright bold colours. it’s still hopeless but more in a tropical way. it’s always warm, even when it’s raining. it’s not about concrete buildings any more but it’s not really about wood cabins and forests. there’s still moths, cause moths are beautiful and it’s still about decadence. but more about the decadence of feelings instead of things. i guess it’ll be always about decadence and hopeless because that’s what i’ll always be fascinated by. but i keep discovering beautiful things all around, although everything is rotten. but who cares?


love fills all my holes.


it’s not about fashion, it’s about feeling powerful - LYKKE LI


whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. cd distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. it’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. the distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. the blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. the excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them. - BRIAN ENO