I don't believe in marriage.
No, I really don't. Let me be clear about that. I think at worst it's a hostile political act, a way for small-minded men to keep women in the house and out of the way, wrapped up in the guise of tradition and conservative religious nonsense.
At best, it's a happy delusion - these two people who truly love each other and have no idea how truly miserable they're about to make each other.
But, but, when two people know that, and they decide with eyes wide open to face each other and get married anyway, then I don't think it's conservative or delusional. I think it's radical and courageous and very romantic. To Diego and Frida.
Kundera, whether you liked him or not, whether you liked him then, but no longer do, you cannot say Kundera was the eighties. Steinbeck wasn't the thirties and Dickens wasn't the eighteen-hundreds. They were of their times but for the ages. Their writings are not products marketed for a brief time until they're out of vogue and discarded on the scrap heap. They're not silver scooters or hoola hoops, slinkies, Rubik cubes or breast implants. They're not trivial pursuits to be enjoyed when you think you need something new and amusing to fill the emptiness of your pointless job and your sham of a marriage.
- Seven Types of Ambiguity
"That's just stupid, that kind of thinking," I said, nailing her with my eyes. "Instead of regretting what you did, you could have treated him decently from the beginning. You could've tried to be fair. But you didn't. You don't even have the right to be sorry."
Yuki looked at me, shocked and hurt.
"Maybe I'm being too hard on you. But listen, I don't care what other people do. I don't want to hear that sort of talk from you. You shouldn't say things like that lightly, as if saying them is going to solve anything. They don't stick. You think you feel sorry about Dick, I wouldn't want your easy regret. I wouldn't want people saying, "Oh, I acted horribly." It's not a question of manners; it's a question of fairness."
- Dance Dance Dance
至少你可以說 我懂 活著的最寂寞
before we inevitably realize that we will eventually end up with nothing
you can at least say...I've known life at its loneliest
These are from the roll I took with a new toy camera in Australia and recently had developed. Though they didn't all turn out how I had wanted them, I guess the element of surprise is what keeps people addicted to film.
We hit Bunker's Bay on the last full day of our trip, had some cakes and coffee before joining our trio of die-hard fisherman and women on the beach. The sunset was arresting and added to our sadness at having to leave.
Just a short ride away from our cottage is this magnificent place known as Wyadup Bay. It can be said that when confronted with the infinite, the human soul either expands or shrinks in fright. I belong to the camp that will always be on a hungry search for the sublime, even if only to be reminded of my own insignificance.
Living together in the cottage was an unforgettable experience. To sum it up, it's basically that warm, fuzzy feeling you get as people bond over building a fire, cooking dinner, and drinks on the porch. Even the things that might irk people, like there being only one bathroom, or the footsteps that run up and down the stairs (right above the ground bedroom), they don't distract from how much fun it is to spend time in a gorgeous place with all these friends that you love.