grateful (COUNT=1895)

i++ tea date with me myself and i @ crimson

i++ still reading the book

the hitchhiker: when he closed the door, they stared at one another through the glass, but only her outline was visible. it was the first of many times he would try to remember her face, the first of many times he would try to remember her face, the first of many times he would look for someone and not see them–search for someone whose absence defined him

the doorman: then at 2:48 a.m. on a sunday morning, she descended the carpeted stairs of a small club in NoHo and heard him playing a trumpet version of “stairway to the stars”. there was a piano, and all she had to do was get up onstage during intermission, and start to play

grateful (COUNT=1889)

i++ riding the gerrard streetcar

i++ still reading the book

playing with dolls: their clothes were full of burning. the air felt hollow without the flames crackling before them

the pigeon: when the waiter came with the check in a plastic tray, william didn’t realize and just sat there

stay kind and carry on


small children sometimes behave in stunningly unfair ways: they scream at the person looking after them, angrily push away a bowl of animal pasta, throw away something you have just fetched for them. But we rarely feel personally agitated or wounded by their behavior, because we don’t assign a negative motive or mean intention to a small person. We around for the most benevolent interpretations. We don’t think they are doing it in order to upset us. We probably think that they are getting tired, or their gums are sore, or they are upset by the arrival of a younger sibling. We have a large repertoire of alternative explanations ready in our heads, none of which leads us to panic or become agitated

this is the reverse of what tends to happen around adults. here we imagine that people have deliberately got us in their sights. if someone edges in front of us in the airport queue, it’s natural to suppose they have sized us up and reasoned that they can safely take advantage of us. They probably relish the thought of causing us a little distress. But if we employed the infant model of interpretation, our first assumption would be quite different: maybe they didn’t sleep well last night and are too exhausted to think straight; maybe they’ve got a sore knee; maybe they are doing the equivalent of testing the boundaries of parental tolerance: is jumping in front of someone in queue playing the same role as peeing in the garden? Seen from such a point of view, the adult’s behavior doesn’t magically become nice or acceptable. But the level of agitation is kept safely low. It’s very touching that we live in a world where we have learned to be so kind to children: it would be even nicer if we learned to be more generous towards the childlike parts of one another

p.s gr8ful eight years


I have not been reading much murakami recently. In fact I have not been reading much

On the flight between HK and Toronto, I played and replayed burning. Replaying because I couldn’t resist this feeling that I had missed something important

Reading murakami can feel like waiting for the sun to set and this film evokes the same. “Gradually then suddenly”

Ben Sachs: “Yet in failing to bring the story to a satisfying conclusion, he manages to articulate the gnawing dissatisfaction that underlies much of Murakami’s writing”

sadness / beautiful things

Reading the book

A sacrifice: After another year, on one of their walks home, Reggie asked Celia to marry him. She quickly told him she couldn’t, but when they got to her boardinghouse he waited at the gate like always, to make sure she got safely inside. And because of this, she accepted his proposal the next day

The green blanket: Mrs Stucci sat straight up in her chair. “Victor! Please!” But then the edges of her mouth curled slightly. “I thought you’d forgotten about the green blanket”

The saddest case

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reading material is duty free


not_traveling was introduced in 2012 and now i welcome 2019 with not_buying. living in bermuda definitely helps me move in the right direction

nevertheless i enjoyed wandering around the soho cos store. eating free van leeuwen ice cream while Ah Dur shops for glasses. sales guy says: not centered. V says: sad and droopy

coffee + “the sadness of beautiful things” @ housing works bookstore cafe because reading material is duty free