“The Way of the Samurai is found in death. Meditation on inevitable death should be performed daily.”
“Unfortunately for me, I also belonged to the Alvy Singer school.”
I wish I could walk till my blood should spout,
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
And drop me, never to stir again,
On a shore that is wide, for the tide is out,
And the weedy rocks are bare to the rain.
— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Departure” (via proustitute)
‘Twas just this time, last year, I died.
— Emily Dickinson, from “[445]” (via proustitute)
@markchronic Mark Drew exhibition opens tonight at China Heights
“Yes, we’re men. Men is what we are.”
