There is a quiet peace in the rainfall today. In thin strokes it falls. Just lazily. And so I read. Helene Hanff, memoirs in bookshops, and traveling back to her mentor, Quiller-Couch. English language in it’s spectrum.
As the little prince dropped off to sleep, I took him in my arms and set out walking once more. I felt deeply moved, and stirred. It seemed to me that I was carrying a very fragile treasure. It seemed to me, even, that there was nothing more fragile on all Earth. In the moonlight I looked at his pale forehead, his closed eyes, his locks of hair that trembled in the wind, and I said to myself: “What I see here is nothing but a shell. What is most important is invisible…
The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint- Exupéry (via seabois)
The blue sky above us is the optical layer of the atmosphere, the great lens of the terrestrial globe, its brilliant retina.
From ultra-marine, beyond the sea, to ultra-sky, the horizon divides opacity from transparency. It is just one small step from earth-matter to space-light - a leap or take-off able to free us for a moment from gravity.
Virilio, open Sky, page 1 (via rereresearch)
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