John Hodge, Trainspotting

June 26, 2013 § Leave a comment

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourself.
Choose your future.
Choose life.

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Françoise Sagan:

June 25, 2013 § Leave a comment

“Mon passe-temps favori, c’est laisser passer le temps, avoir du temps, prendre son temps, perdre son temps, vivre à contretemps.”

I did not succeed in meditation, when I tried, last night.

June 16, 2013 § Leave a comment

from JW, this a.m.:

And certain evenings, something in the balance

falls to the dewpoint where our minds condense

and then inslides itself between moments

and spills the heart from its circumference;

and this is when the moon matchlessly opens

and you can feel by instinct in the distance

the bigger mountains hidden by the mountains,

like intentions among suggestions.

— “Mountains”, Alice Oswald

June 15, 2013 § Leave a comment

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