The fern in the rain breathes the silver message. Stay, lie low. Play your dark reeds and relearn the beauty of absorption. There is nothing beyond the rotten log covered with leaves and needles. Forget the light emerging with its golden wick. Raise your face to the water-laden frond. A thousand blossoms will fall into your arms.
“It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.”—Lemony Snicket, The End
“Finally the first tear decided to say f*** this, went suicidal and jumped from the precipice of her left eyelid.”—B. Yung (from the book “The Spirit’s Undying Chase”, in the poem “By the Washing Machine” [page 92])
“If someone told me to write a book on morality, it would have a hundred pages and ninety-nine of them would be blank. On the last page I would write, “I recognize only one duty and that is to love.” And as far as everything else is concerned, I say no.”—Albert Camus
“I can only note that the past is beautiful because one never realizes an emotion at the time. It expands later, and thus we don’t have complete emotions about the present, only about the past. ”—Virginia Woolf