Archive | February, 2014

The History of Love

23 Feb

“If I had a camera,” I said, “I’d take a picture of you every day. That way I’d remember how you looked every single day of your life.”
“I look exactly the same.”
“No, you don’t. You’re changing all the time. Every day a tiny bit. If I could, I’d keep a record of it all.”
“If you’re so smart, how did I change today?”
“You got a fraction of a millimeter taller, for one thing. Your hair grew a fraction of a millimeter longer. And your breasts grew a fraction of a—”
“They did not!”
“Yes, they did.”
“Did NOT.”
“Did too.”
“What else, you big pig?”
“You got a little happier and also a little sadder.”
“Meaning they cancel out each other, leaving me exactly the same.”
“Not at all. The fact that you got a little happier today doesn’t change the fact that you also become a little sadder. Every day you become a little more of both, which means that right now, at this exact moment, you’re the happiest and the saddest you’ve ever been in your whole life.”
“How do you know?”
“Think about it. Have you ever been happier or sadder than right now, lying here in this grass?”
“I guess not. No.”
“And have you ever been sadder?”
“It isn’t like that for everyone, you know. Some people[…]”
“What about you? Are you the happiest and saddest right now that you’ve ever been?”
“Of course I am.”
“Because nothing makes me happier and nothing makes me sadder than you.”

Nicole Krauss, The History of Love


Belle Noir: Tales of Love and Magic

18 Feb

“Some curses fade and leave nothing but the faintest mark, a tea stain on watered silk. There are those that are so malevolent that, upon defeat, explode in a fiery burst of sulfurous flames, burning everything they touch as they die. Others dissolve like morning mist in the brightness of the midday sun. Some cannot be defeated at all, but feed upon the energy spent trying to vanquish it, growing more and more potent with each failed attempt.

And then there are those ancient curses with deceptively simple antidotes that shatter like jagged shards of a vast mirror.

These curses may be broken, but never completely destroyed, sharp slivers of light distorted.”

Ava Zavora

We are all equal…

15 Feb

We are all equal in the fact that we are all different.

We are all the same in the fact that we will never be the same.

We are united by the reality that all colours and all cultures are distinct & individual.

We are harmonious in the reality that we are all held to this earth by the same gravity.

We don’t share blood, but we share the air that keeps us alive.

I will not blind myself and say that my black brother is not different from me.

I will not blind myself and say that my brown sister is not different from me.

But my black brother is he as much as I am me.

But my brown sister is she as much as I am me.



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