10 Treasures

72 “Moisture makes the soul succumb to joy.”- Heraclitus pg. 47

This is juicy and packed with meaning. The first that jumps across my screen is very sexual, but the next is very primitive or basic; water.

115 “Dogs, by this same logic, bark at what they cannot understand.”- Heraclitus pg. 81

This makes me think of politics for some reason. I just imagine Congress or a court room filled with fat politicians arguing about money and equal rights.

104 “Always having what we want may not be the best good fortune. Health seems sweetest after sickness, food in hunger, goodness in the wake of evil, and at the end of daylong labor sleep.” Heraclitus pg. 69

This could really be interpreted as a reflection on American society today. Today we are a wasteful and ungrateful community. We only appreciate or love the basic elements of our day when we have to go without them.

“what is very dangerous about people:
they want you to be the same person that they met
that they assume they know
when you are constantly becoming yourself, that is to say, being who you really are,
they become uneasy
they have nothing to hold on to

for this reason people make disappointing friends”

Aryan Kaganof- A Paradox About People



“if one bothers to do that at all - it consumes one
and then one day you wake up and you have become one of the yobs that you always thought you were merely humouring”

Aryan Kaganof- On Fittin In

“those who say that life begins at 40
are lying”

Aryan Kaganof- On life beginning at 40

“sticks and stones might break your bones
but words can fucking kill you”

Narike Lintvelt

Watching Avatar, I had an epiphany. ‘I see you’ struck me as the most profound and honest declaration of love I had ever heard (or seen). I. See. You. Not what you look like. Not what you do for me. Not what I can get from you. Not how I imagine you. Just you. Who you are. All of you. Now and ever.
Ah, dreams…

Narike Lintvelt

We leave one morning, brains full of flame,
Hearts full of malice and bitter desires,
And we go and follow the rhythm of the waves,
Rocking our infinite on the finite of the seas:

Some happy to escape a tainted country
Others, the horrors of their candles; and a few,
Astrologers drowned in the eys of a woman,
Some tyrannical Circe of dangerous perfumes.

-The Journey by Charles Baudelaire

who did you become?
that’s not anybody
i know wearing
your clothes
wearing
your
eyes
who did
you become?
who’s that wearing
your hair? wearing your
smile? who’s that trying so
hard not to wear your tears

Sasha Grey- On seeing a photograph of someone I once thought I knew