Friday, 30 December 2011


"The distance that wedged itself between me and my happiness wasn't the world, it wasn't the bombs and burning buildings, it was me, my thinking, the cancer of never letting go. Is ignorance bliss? I don't know, but it's so painful to think, and tell me, what did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think, I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it."
 Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close - Jonathan Safran Foer

Monday, 26 December 2011

Blood Bank

"so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me
Till then my windows ache."
Pablo Neruda