Places Where You Can Feel Especially Close To History:

places where you can feel especially close to history:

crowded places where classical music is playing softly in the background

used bookstores where the sun is shining through the window and you can see the dust floating in its light

moonlit car rides down country roads with horses grazing nearby

dark rooms at 3 am when everything is silent except for the wind outside

run-down buildings at universities with only a few people in them

anywhere where you can feel the breeze blow gently past you, the tender kiss of ghosts from long ago

        — vincent van gogh

the raven cycle:

“The only thing was, she didn’t really want to see the future. What she wanted was to see something no one else could see or would see, and maybe that was asking for more magic that was in the world.”

things i tell myself

Does the sun ask itself, “Am I good? Am I worthwhile? Is there enough of me?” No, it burns and it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “What does the moon think of me? How does Mars feel about me today?” No it burns, it shines. Does the sun ask itself, “Am I as big as other suns in other galaxies?” No, it burns, it shines.

Andrea Dworkin, Our blood: prophecies and discourses on sexual politics (1976)