I find that as I get older I do not cry at sad things, but rather when people do good things, because it is so rare
Tengo knew that time could become deformed as it moved forward. Time itself was uniform in composition, but once consumed, it took on a deformed shape.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
Today, a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration – that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively. There’s no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we’re the imagination of ourselves. Here’s Tom with the weather.
Bill Hicks – Sane Man (1989)
Watch the film at http://www.justareflektor.com.
An interactive short film for Google Chrome. Directed by Vincent Morisset and filmed in Haiti, the story follows a young woman who travels between her world and our own.
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Feeling domestic today and decided to do some ironing.
everything was going fine, almost finishing the last batch, ironing a dress that i have never bothered before.
Ironed it on mid-heat level, was thinking how awesome this dress is. how i love it for its price, durability and comfort level. And I was getting too confident and wanted to give the maximum heat a try.
And man, rayon burns. Burn like shredded chicken.
So, I spent the rest of the night and next morning, patching it up. Not too shabby i think.
Old Man of The Andes
Octopus Arms Euphorbia
Source: Strange Wonderful Things
Euphorbia ‘Medusa’ forms a twisting, crawling mass of snake-like branches! This intriguing succulent from South Africa grows scaly arms that can reach 3 feet long. It’s named for the Greek mythological monster who had snakes for hair.
Coffee Prince OST
My go-to album set when I wanna be calm and concentrate.
Perfect for walking in the dark, examining cactus.
(This came up when I was looking at the Osmanthus fragrans in the Cloud Forest. Looking back at the path where I came from, all I see is dry ice. There was noone along that path but me. And I just stood there, eyes closed, taking in the smell of iciness and flora, thinking of the Mexican.)