Well, at least for the next few days..


Sunshine, here I come!
the beauty is in the details.


It’s just not always this obvious.

You’re always on a path. You’re headed somewhere. Step by step. One foot in front of the other. You don’t have to know where you’re going, to be, well, going.
Sometimes we wander. We lose our footing, move in circles, and feel like we never really get anywhere. But then there are those moments when you finally feel like you’re “there”. You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be at exactly the right time. If you squint you can sorta make out a path in the distance. It’s strangely familiar. Comfortable even. You find yourself walking a little faster, your steps become a bit lighter. And slowly you start to realize that it’s not just that you’ve finally found the right path..
It’s that you’ve been on it all along.

with a life of its own.
Clothes don’t always become you.



That light really suits you..

“There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more.”
: Lord Byron
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// via Lookbook.nu
Quoted from LinedandUnlined:
“At Yucca Mountain, where nuclear waste will remain stored for over 1,000,000 years, the issue is how to create a warning durable enough to last for that long. The answer is in diversification: “We have looked very closely at what WIPP is doing—the Waste Isolation Pilot Plant in New Mexico. They did a study with futurists and other people-sociologists and language specialists. They decided to come up with markers in seven languages, basically like a Rosetta Stone, with the idea that there will always be someone in the world who studies ancient languages, even 10,000 years from now, someone who will be able to resurrect what the meanings of these stelae are. They will basically say, ‘This is not a place of honor, don’t dig here, this is not good material,’ etc.” New problems, classic solutions (via Kottke).”
The enormity. The approach. The realization that this world is not permanent and neither are the constructs we’ve bound ourselves into. Breaking down our most basic tool, language, into a formula, a relationship, a set of characters to decode. Imagining that future generations will find our lifetimes mysterious. That our present might be a key part of their past. Understanding that there is no right way, no finality to language. The everchanging face of Earth’s population.. and the effort to communicate with that hypothetical. It’s wondrous indeed.





