November 2009
“I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling...”
– Jack Kerouac (via recklessabandonment)
“In one of the stars I shall be living. In one of them I shall be laughing. And...”
– (via shitgaze)
shitgaze:
“Along this promenade which joins the ends of days to the ends of nights, indefatigably present, whose length cannot be measured in spite of a suspicion of limits barely offered to our minds, along this promenade where the ends of days joined to the ends of night succeed to detach themselves to drag miserably adrift of tunnels, from wreck to wreck, castaways of blindness, we perceive...
Holy geezus... →
Change in khaki: a very Socialist repression looms... →
Athens in siege: police Hq attacked, hundreds... →
“I stick my finger into existence—-it smells of nothing. Where am I? What is this...”
– Soren Kierkegaard (via shynessisnice) (via shootfromtheheart)
At Night We Slept Beneath The Stars →
“The division of human life into the sacred and the secular is one that comes...”
– Alasdair MacIntyre: Marxism: An Interpretation (via fuckyeahphilosophy) 