“…you know, sometimes an electric lightbulb goes out all of a sudden. Fizzles, you say. And this burned-out bulb, if you shake it, it flashes again and it’ll burn a little longer. Inside the bulb it’s a disaster. The wolfram filaments are breaking up, and when the fragments touch, life returns to the bulb. A brief, unnatural, undeniably doomed life– a fever, a too-bright incandescence, a flash. Then comes the darkness, life never returns, and in the darkness the dead, incinerated filaments are just going to rattle around. Are you following me? But the brief flash is magnificent!”
” I want to shake…
“…I want to shake the heart of a fizzled era. The lightbulb of the heart, so that the broken peices touch…
“… and produce a beautiful, momentary flash….
Envy– Yuri Olesha
Why you so stupid? You no hungry for girls! You hungry for Hot Pockets!
With tuppence for paper and strings
You can have your own set of wings
With your feet on the ground
You’re a bird in a flight [via.]
… and rides on the wings of the wind. Fly like the wind (original) by my favorite fingerstyle guitarist. Off to Pennsylvania for a retreat, be back in a couple of days!