“I have an idea that some men are born out of their due place. Accident has cast them amid certain surroundings, but they have always a nostalgia for a home they know not. They are strangers in their birthplace, and the leafy lanes they have known from childhood or the populous streets in which they have played, remain but a place of passage. They may spend their whole lives aliens among their kindred and remain aloof among the only scenes they have ever known. Perhaps it is this sense of strangeness that sends men far and wide in the search for something permanent, to which they may attach themselves. Perhaps some deep-rooted atavism urges the wanderer back to lands which his ancestors left in the dim beginnings of history. Sometimes a man hits upon a place to which he mysteriously feels that he belongs. Here is the home he sought, and he will settle amid scenes that he has never seen before, among men he has never known, as though they were familiar to him from his birth. Here at last he finds rest.”
—W. Somerset Maugham, The Moon and Sixpence
February 2012
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Wolf & I
Oh Land
“Wolf & I” - Oh Land
Masters In China
Priscilla Ahn
A tongue of an angel, floats in red wine saliva
Your teeth rival porcelain, made by masters in China
Your face can’t be captured by pictures or words
And your voice is a music that I’ve never heard
I want to sing this to every girl in the world unappreciated and unaware of their charms.
“There’s no place to go. There’s no place you ever go. You’re always in the same place. When you begin to realize there’s nowhere to go its quite shaking at first. Driving and driving and there’s nowhere to go. You’re not getting anywhere, because you’re there, you’re here.”
—Ram Dass (via oniverse)
