Peter VRMRCK

Balearic

Untitled, Takuroh Toyama

”[…] Every one of us is losing something precious to us,” he says after the phone stops ringing. “Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads – at least that’s where I imagine it – there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in a while, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live for ever in your own private library

– Kafka on the Shore, Haruki Murakami


Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.
– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald


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Yet high over the city our line of yellow windows must have contributed their share of human secrecy to the casual watcher in the darkening streets, and I was him too, looking up and wondering. I was within and without, simultaneously enchanted and repelled by the inexhaustible variety of life.

– The Great Gatsby, F. Scott Fitzgerald

[…] even in the age of instant access and input overload, the poets are still the ones who know how to embrace negative space

— Lindsay Zoladz on Jai Paul

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