May 1, 2012
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Ovaj me proljetni dan podsjeća na sve one ljetne dane koje sam provela na moru. More je oduvijek bilo sinonim za ljeto, za praznike i kuću na Otoku. Za tamnu i gustu tišinu zatvorenih škura kroz koje se probijala poslijepodnevna vrućina. Dovlačila sam knjige iz gradske knjižnice (ako se to mjesto uopće može nazivati gradom) i čitala ih u polutami sobe, dok su vani prolazili zlatni poslijepodnevni sati i negdje na plaži kupala su se djeca. Smiješno je što sam o njima mislila kao o djeci, budući da sam i sama u to vrijeme bila dijete. Dijete koje leži u polumraku i s obožavanjem čita Prousta.

U jesen i zimu mi se činilo kao da postojim samo ljeti, i taj se osjećaj nije promijenio. Moje postojanje ispresijecano je bljeskovima stvarnosti i jasnoće, egzistiram kao nakupina vremenski nejasno odijeljenih odluka i stavova a vrijeme postoji tek kao tuđi arbitraran pojam. Slijedeća srijeda ili iduće subote postoje samo u jeziku i samo radi drugih, koji u njih smještaju svoje planove koje imaju s mojim životom. A ja im u tome bespogovorno povlađujem.

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April 24, 2012
As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Few Glimpses of Beauty

As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Few Glimpses of Beauty

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April 10, 2012
"Who said that time heals all wounds? It would be better to say that time heals everything except wounds. With time, the hurt of separation loses its real limits. With time, the desired body will soon disappear, and if the desiring body has already ceased to exist for the other, then what remains is a wound… disembodied."

— Chris Marker, Sans Soleil.

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April 2, 2012
Lazy Sunday Book.

Lazy Sunday Book.

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April 1, 2012
One of those Sunday walks you get completely emerged in and start talking to yourself on the street. Out loud. Humming the tune, discussing life.

One of those Sunday walks you get completely emerged in and start talking to yourself on the street. Out loud. Humming the tune, discussing life.

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March 5, 2012
Image of a conversation that never happened.

Image of a conversation that never happened.

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Filed under: polaroid confetti 
February 23, 2012
Somebody’s photo I found uncredited on Facebook. Gorgeous. Looks like me when frowning.

Somebody’s photo I found uncredited on Facebook. Gorgeous. Looks like me when frowning.

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February 22, 2012

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February 22, 2012
"The most difficult thing is to recognize an idea out of the chaos of feelings, reflections, observations, impulses that the surrounding world stirs up in us. Among thousands of possibilities, why do we isolate one idea, that one and not another? - From Screenplays of Michelangelo Antonioni, Orion Press, 1963."

— http://www.criterion.com/current/posts/1065-on-his-art-l-eclisse

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December 14, 2011
"Und wenn mans wirklich tut? Den Koffer packen und der Sehnsucht nachgeben? Macht das glücklicher? Leidenschaft statt Liebe. Und immer gibt es neue Begierden zu stillen. Dann ist man unterwegs für immer. Man sollte bleiben, wenn man das Gefühl hat, angekommen zu sein."

—  Ildikó von Kürthy - Freizeichen, Seite 210 (via josiejoyful)

(Source: fearsteersherbody, via iwriteformyselfandstrangers)

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