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Edward Hopper – Summer Evening (1947)

love this.



things i learn from my friends

How accomplished my friends are, how inspiring and exciting the lives they lead.

How to strive upwards, constantly – not to be the best, but to be better than every iteration of themselves. That is the goal.

How not to be defeatist, to always take things as they are and as status quo. Not to rest and settle and be content, but to demand more from themselves, from the people around them, and from life itself.

How to hunker down, and pull through the grind, to have the conviction and the belief that this is but temporary and that there will always be exit routes to be taken and plans to be made.

How to embrace the challenge and the struggle, and how to seize the day. How to ask the right questions, and how to look for the answers.

How to find a part of themselves, in work and outside work. To be brave enough to seek out their passions and their loves, and to pursue them – not only as dreamers but as doers.







hello my name is

and I am addicted to sadness.

That might explain the

slow moody covers of the radio hits

an ache for the underdog

maybe sometimes the inability to feel too little

or not at all

everything is always too much

or too fast

never enough.

For you

Kate Clanchy

I said perhaps Patagonia, and pictured
a peninsula, wide enough
for a couple of ladderback chairs
to wobble on at high tide. I thought

of us in breathless cold, facing
a horizon round as a coin, looped
in a cat’s cradle strung by gulls
from sea to sun. I planned to wait

till the waves had bored themselves
to sleep, till the last clinging barnacles,
growing worried in the hush, had
paddled off in tiny coracles, till

those restless birds, your actor’s hands,
had dropped slack into your lap,
until you’d turned, at last, to me.
When I spoke of Patagonia, I meant

skies all empty aching blue. I meant
years. I meant all of them with you.

I’ll be your mirror – Velvet Underground

I’ll be your mirror
Reflect what you are, in case you don’t know
I’ll be the wind, the rain and the sunset
The light on your door to show that you’re home

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I find it hard to believe you don’t know
The beauty that you are
But if you don’t let me be your eyes
A hand in your darkness, so you won’t be afraid

When you think the night has seen your mind
That inside you’re twisted and unkind
Let me stand to show that you are blind
Please put down your hands
‘Cause I see you

I’ll be your mirror


The Remains of the Day

Finally got through this book after years of starting and re-starting, and wondering what the fuss was all about.

It really was a lovely book, after all. Took a little time to get into the swing of things, but having watched Downton Abbey definitely put my mind in the right frame and setting. Kept imagining a roadtrippin’ Carson. Also, I liked that the ending was not too pat, and unexpected. Isn’t that how life works out most of the time?

“But that doesn’t mean to say, of course, there aren’t occasions now and then – extremely desolate occasions – when you think to yourself: ‘What a terrible mistake I’ve made with my life.’ And you get to thinking about a different life, a better life you might have had. For instance, I get to thinking about a life I may have had with you, Mr. Stevens. And I suppose that’s when I get angry about some trivial little thing and leave. But each time I do, I realize before long – my rightful place is with my husband. After all, there’s no turning back the clock now. One can’t be forever dwelling on what might have been. One should realize one has as good as most, perhaps better, and be grateful.”


Stellify – Ian Brown

“Marriage Market” by Floyd Russ

on Shanghai’s ‘left-over’ women.

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