Carpets, Essaouira, Morocco

sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own - populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness - an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you'll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra, sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk

dive for dreams by ee cummings

dive for dreams

dive for dreams

or a slogan may topple you

(trees are their roots

and wind is wind)

trust your heart

if the seas catch fire

(and live by love

though the stars walk backward)

honour the past

but welcome the future

(and dance your death

away at the wedding)

never mind a world

with its villains or heroes

(for good likes girls

and tomorrow and the earth)

in spite of everything

which breathers and moves, since Doom

(with white longest hands

neating each crease)

will smooth entirely our minds

-before leaving my room

i turn,and (stooping

through the morning) kiss

this pillow, dear

where our heads lived and were.

ee cummings

I've never read a lot of ee cummings in the past, but my little sister inspired me to pick up on his work. His writing is quite simply magnificent...

Anna, Goodenough Club, London

Gulls, Essaouira, Morocco

Moka Specs

Daughter - Youth (cover) by Daniela Andrade and Dabin

"Because if you're still breathing, you're the lucky ones. For most of us are heaving through corrupted lungs"

Ice creams, Tower Bridge, London

Euripides, The Cyclops

"If a man rejoice not in his drinking, he is mad; for in his drinking it's possible for this to stand up straight, and then to fondle breasts, and to caress well tended locks,

and there is dancing withal,

and the oblivion of woe."

-Euripides, The Cyclops

Re Stacks, Bon Iver

"There's a black crow sitting, across from me; his wiry legs are crossed.

And he's dangling my keys, he even fakes a toss.

Whatever could it be

That has bought me to this loss?"

-Bon Iver                         

Little boy, Essaouira, Morocco