Just one break in the year
When it’s all about the two of us
And nothing’s ever been so good
You remember a life that was all about the two of us
But you and I we never knewIt was the greatest place I’ve ever been
And it was right in front of me
You carried me back home again
While you became it all for me
“Sober” by Broods, from their very very very good Evergreen LP.
“Every life is, more or less, a ruin among whose debris we have to discover what the person ought to have been. This obliges us to construct for ourselves — as the physicist constructs his models — an imaginary life of the individual, the graph of his successful life. Upon which we then distribute the jags (they are sometimes enormous) which external destiny inflicted. We all feel our real life to be a deformation—sometimes greater, sometimes less—of our possible life. The second problem is to weigh the subject’s fidelity to this unique destiny of his, to his possible life. This permits us to determine the degree of authenticity of his actual life.”
(from Ortega y Gasset, The Dehumanization of Art )
Really enjoyed reading (but mostly listening to…) @amandapalmer about The Art of Asking (order here 😉 ) over the past couple of weeks. Much more sweet & lovely than I was expecting… #recommended
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/… I haven’t finished yet / I still have a tattoo to get / That says I’m living in the moment. / ~ http://t.co/Q8oWReHylc
— matt adkins (@m_adkins) December 15, 2014
¹ Obviously.