West Texas

the sad self

Traveling is a fool's paradise. Our first journeys discover to us the indifference of places. At home I dream that at Naples, at Rome, I can be intoxicated with beauty, and lose my sadness. I pack my trunk, embrace my friends, embark on the sea, and at last wake up in Naples, and there beside me is the stern fact, the sad self, unrelenting, identical, that I fled from. I seek the Vatican, and the palaces. I affect to be intoxicated with sights and suggestions, but I am not intoxicated. My giant goes with me wherever I go.

from "Self-Reliance" by Ralph Waldo Emerson

Depeche Mode

then

now

therapy

Donnie: My parents didn't get me what I wanted for Christmas.

Dr. Lillian Thurman: What did you want?

Donnie: Hungry Hungry Hippos.

Dr. Lillian Thurman: And how did you feel, being denied these Hungry, Hungry Hippos?

Donnie: Regret.

(from Donnie Darko)

Kahlil Gibran

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

you should be.

interesting

'Vengeance is a lazy form of grief.' - Sylvia Broome in The Interpreter