Time comes in waves here, a sickness, one day after the other rolling on;
I move up, it’s called
awake, then down into the uneasy
nights but never


Beach House
Master of None

Step one. Suppose you clear away all the happinesses that you distrust? Step two. Clear away all the unhappinesses that you have come to trust. Get rid of them too, don’t count on your miseries or your titillations. What will be left behind? Perhaps, after you’ve cleaned all that out, you might find in the back of your cupboard something like the theme of the Goldberg Variations. A deeply trustable happiness. A tender, discombobulating — but not discombobulated! — smile with just enough sadness and loss in it to be believable, to be endurable.

Jeremy Denk’s beautiful meditation on ”the mishmash of reverence and irreverence” in Bach’s Goldberg Variations. Lest we forget, happiness is a learned capacity

This is me
What did it feel like to be this way

This is me
What did it feel like to be this way

Life imprisonment is the most horrible of punishments because it preserves existence in its pure facticity but forbids it all legitimation. A freedom can not will itself without willing itself as an indefinite movement.

The Ethics of Ambiguity - Simone De Beauvoir