Vices of the Mind |
Whatever written is a mere memory. Words are beautiful vices of the mind. Math notebooks tell stories of limitless ideas. A collector of thoughts. Fillers for a gap lived life. Worn out dancing shoes. Days of momentary bliss. Crystal chandeliers falling from the ceiling. Boundless. All these things about me you never can tell... Le Mur De Briques Rouge Postcards to Alice |
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Japanese poster for PLAY IT AGAIN, SAM (Herbert Ross, USA, 1972)
Designer: unknown
Poster source: Heritage Auctions
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New Acquisitions
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Hello Alice!
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NotesFlannery O’Connor, one of my favorite writers. Makes me proud to be a Georgian. If you’ve never read any of her work, start with the short story”A Good Man Is Hard To Find,” then work your way through the rest of her short stories and her wonderful Southern Gothic masterpiece Wise Blood.
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"Unattached, unconventional wanderers, dreamers in pursuit of some ideal of happiness"
Truman Capoe (Breakfast At Tiffany’s)
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“There were days when she was very happy without knowing why. She was happy to be alive and breathing, when her whole being seemed to be one with the sunlight, the color, the odors, the luxuriant warmth of some perfect Southern day. She liked then to wander alone into strange and unfamiliar places. She discovered many a sunny, sleepy corner, fashioned to dream in. And she found it good to dream and to be alone and unmolested.
There were days when she was unhappy, she did not know why—when it did not seem worth while to be glad or sorry, to be alive or dead; when life appeared to her like a grotesque pandemonium and humanity like worms struggling blindly toward inevitable annihilation.”
"― Kate Chopin, The Awakening
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My favorite book
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Sunset - #photoadayApril
