Planning for the future and getting more stuck in the past in the process. . .
“Monsters exist, but they are too few in numbers to be truly dangerous. More dangerous are…the functionaries ready to believe and act without asking questions.” – Primo Levi
Today will be like a lot of other days around here, but I’m not too scared of it. . . yet.
[Photo: Foggy day at Jama Masjid in Delhi, India//Grace Farson]
Don’t try this at home. On second thought, come in,
your tumbling face ungladden. And see what happens.The boy said, I have the look of two
through the other side of the shower. And how do we
get that, except by adding it up
in one long, fateful column.
The others are with you. Space occurs. Naturally. Not every
impulse makes it through to. You have you.
Are you a big person in the morning?Angels of the New Year winnow followers.
We go through the motions
again. And breezes come in.
Those who remember the past are doomed to repeat it.
Plus, it’s part of history.
We, however, have no such druthers.
We’ll build a higher vandalism, “with the look of ending.”
We were both trying to hide.A hotel is not a big clay window
stepfathered in,
resists any effort to change the subject.
Be calm and get your stuff.– John Ashbery, The Suburban Burma
On mornings like these, I am far from a big person in the morning.
Few things are worse than a running nose + exams + cold rain.
[Photos: Darjeeling through the fog//Grace Farson]
My, oh my, this foggy weekend in the mountains was lovely!
Kelsey’s bachelorette party was close to perfect.
Our weekend can be somewhat summarized by this:
+ Long dance parties to this song. . .
+ Even longer conversations over this song. . .
+ And the longest, funnest of nights. . . and then this. . .
[Photos: Snapshots of our long weekend //Grace Farson]
my prison // my home
this morning i woke up with the big, bright pink sun on top of a windy rooftop with some of my dearest friends. i don’t think i could ask for a better morning and i wish that every morning could start of with that much love.
my relationship with morning is a strange one, but overall, i think i am starting to like mornings again. my favorite time to explore when i travel is always early mornings . . . morning eyes see the world dramatically different than afternoon eyes d0. . .
i’m currently sitting wrapped in a blanket in my bed, drinking black tea, working on french and celebrating mornings. today will be what it needs to be and i think am ready for it.
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“i realized these were all the snapshots which our children would look at someday with wonder, thinking their parents had lived smooth, well-ordered lives and got up in the morning to walk proudly on the sidewalks of life, never dreaming the raggedy madness and riot of our actual lives, our actual night, the hell of it, the senseless emptiness.”
– jack kerouac
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happy friday! do something new this weekend.
{all photos from one of my many early morning foggy walks in darjeeling}
GRACE FARSON 