And he practiced the mysterious and unusual art of mirroring his soul in verse and of constructing a semblance of life for himself out of his imagination.

title: Hesse (Beneath the Wheel)

The words of dead humans seem so much more sincere than the half-signed contracts that tend to occupy the open air.

title: Osker

I seem to disappoint people, and they disappoint me.

Because everything is based on impressions. I had five seconds to make a good first impression and now I'm going through endless iterations of those five seconds. And I think that you know that I know it doesn't mean anything. So go ahead and impress me. I know it doesn't mean anything.

text: me & Rok Pregelj

We get some rules to follow. We get these pills to swallow.

title: Queens of the Stone Age

These are times of fast foods, but slow digestion

title: The paradox of our time 

 

Something is wrong with the world, or havent you noticed?

photo by Andreja

Who would you be, withouth your story?

title: Byron Katie

photo: Tea

When I grow up I want to be a Forester, run Through the moss on high heels. That's what I'll do. Throwing out a boomerang Waiting for it to Come back to me.

title: Fever Ray 
& First Aid Kit ♥

Staring at the seashell waiting for it to Embrace me.

photo: kk

And me? I still believe in paradise. But now at least I know it's not some place you can look for. Because it's not where you go. It's how you feel for a moment in your life when you're a part of something. And if you find that moment... it lasts forever...

title: The Beach

If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.

title: Lewis Carrol

To survive in this atmosphere, man, like an actor, must wear a mask.

title: Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters

All my life I have been acutely aware of a contradiction in the very nature of my existence.

title: Yukio Mishima

Jaz celo življenje zori, zagledan vase.
A svoje zrcalo še drugim zori,da ob njih rase.

Jaz nikdar ne more biti sam jaz, če je sam.
Šele takrat se ga da razločiti,
ko hoče iz sebe drugam.

Zato je jaz v sebi razklan 
na dve polovici:
na tisto iz svetlih pričakovanj
in tisto po resnici.

Tako mora ves čas stremeti na eno in na drugo stran.
Samo kadar spi, se mu sveti eno samo lice iz sanj.

A včasih se jaz prebudi
v noč brez zvezd.
Takrat se še sam znoči v podzavest.

poem: Jaz :: Niko Grafenauer