”You know as well as I do that the dead don’t stay interested in us living people for very long. Gradually, gradually, they lose hold of the earth…and the ambitions they had…and the pleasures they had…and the things they suffered…and the people they loved.

They get weaned away from the earth — that’s the way I put it, — weaned away.

And they stay here while the earth part of ‘em burns away, burns out; and all the time they slowly get indifferent to what’s goin’ on in Grover’s Corners.

They’re waitin’. They’re waitin’ for something that they feel is comin’. Something important, and great. Aren’t they waitin’ for the eternal part in them to come out clear?

Our Town by Thornton Wilder (via ink-piss)

”I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via razorshapes)

”No, I’m kidding, it’s good. Really. It’s me. I have this mental image of myself…I think I’m a Botticelli, but I always come out a Rubens.

Patricia, Sight Unseen (via marissaairconditioner)

”Stop thinking about art works as objects, and start thinking about them as triggers for experiences. (Roy Ascott’s phrase.) That solves a lot of problems: we don’t have to argue whether photographs are art, or whether performances are art, or whether Carl Andre’s bricks or Andrew Serranos’s piss or Little Richard’s ‘Long Tall Sally’ are art, because we say, ‘Art is something that happens, a process, not a quality, and all sorts of things can make it happen.’ … [W]hat makes a work of art ‘good’ for you is not something that is already ‘inside’ it, but something that happens inside you — so the value of the work lies in the degree to which it can help you have the kind of experience that you call art.

Brian Eno (via jessiethatcher)

I could reblog/post this every day as a constant reminder.

(via notational)