Month: November 2018

“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd – The longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”

― Fernando Pessoa

Blurs

It turns out that photography in motion isn’t easy, less so when you’re pretty shortsighted with an optician visit pending for the past few years; but as it (also) comes out, not all blur is equal and some snaps actually acquire a bit of charm that they would otherwise lack.

 

Are you a collector?

As I wandered around a beach today, adding to my collection of broken seashells (I love broken seashells. I just find them more beautiful and complex than the perfect ones.)
…I wondered, does anyone else in my circles collect something…quite odd or less usual than, let’s say, postal stamps?
Maybe…broken seashells or Tamagotchis?

(6 Tamagotchis isn’t really a collection, is it? It isn’t. I don’t collect Tamagotchis. I just have them. Yes. That’s it.)