Wanderlust

WRITING FINDING FEELING SEEING

 “Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”

-DFW FTW

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via wordsnquotes)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via lostinamerica)

“Don’t bend; don’t water it down, don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”

-Franz Kafka / Anne Rice

patagonia:

Touring the Baja California Coast in search of some waves
Submitted by Nick Ocean
Instagram @nocean


-all i want, really.

patagonia:

Touring the Baja California Coast in search of some waves

Submitted by Nick Ocean

Instagram @nocean

-all i want, really.

"Ana Iris once asked me if I loved him and I told her about the lights in my old home in the capital, how they flickered and you never knew if they would go out or not. You put down your things and you waited and couldn’t do anything really until the lights decided. This, I told her, is how I feel."

-Junot Díaz

september

I saw dried flowers in her canvas bag
and knew it was September.
I was keeping papers in plastic crates
and stopped dreaming about bowling alleys.

If the shoe fits we said throw it to the ground,
I loved laces at 25 but velcro at 26.
I thought maybe Seattle or between a river,
we thought maybe the F train toward an ocean.

We thought maybe about forgetting,
the Hudson was to be beautiful that day.
All things lovely we threw the laptop into the sky, 
smashing so many things to pieces.

Joni sang of falling stars burning up
while I thought about us sometimes.
She sliced each plantain thick in Brooklyn
while I slept without a sound.

We were on a thinning bed and
constellations were peeling from the ceiling
and a few were in each sky 
and you dragged you neck in my spine. 

The physics of lift said this is how we lose her
the earrings tore and the dress broke in two.
There was praying on the subway
for all the light we couldn’t see. 

And we thought maybe the winter
we could sail through every state line
to greet a new budding from earth below,
blossomed flowers so wild in our arms.