‏الكل يسبح في حمام دماءٍ والكون بطياته يلزم ما أُملى عليه

James Warhola

Beautiful ominous formations the other evening

“The world wasn’t real anymore. Everything in it was a fraudulent copy of what it should have been, and everything that happened in it shouldn’t have been happening. For a long time afterward, Ferguson lived under the spell of this illusion, sleepwalking through his days and struggling to fall asleep at night, sick of a world he had stopped believing in, doubting everything that presented itself to his eyes.”

— Paul Auster, 4 3 2 1

“Whenever someone who knows you disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were judged to be. Lover or enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and their several knowings slant the different facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each such loss is a step leading to the grave, where all versions blend and end.”

— The Ground Beneath Her Feet, Salman Rushdie (b. 19 June 1947)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Anastasia Anastasia

ببصلها وكأنها بتتحرك حواليا بالتصوير البطيئ،مش عارفه تبتسم ف الوقت الصح ولا عارفه ترد،مش مركزه معايا اصلا،كدا كده حالتك بتسوء بس عموما وبعيد عن الحاله اللى انتى فيها دى انا كده شايفك احلى وبتحلووى،انتى مش محتاجه لوجود حد بس انا محتاج،وده كفايه بعد ما كلنا كنا بنعتمد عليكى. الوجع اللى بتحسيه من ناحيتى،انا مابقتش موجود اصلا علشان تحسيه،بس روحى موجوده،سامحينى. "بكلم الشمس" حلوه الشمس،صح!

“Gratitude is not only the greatest of virtues, but the parent of all others.”

— Cicero, Pro Plancio