But then I remembered that each day was the only day, and I yoked myself to it and dragged it grimly forward.
— Sarah Manguso, Liars: A Novel (Hogarth, July 23, 2024)
Rainy roads @ Twilight. 65° F, with light rain and wind gusts up to 15 mph. August 7, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)
Pavilion @ Twilight. 65° F, with light rain and wind gusts up to 15 mph. August 7, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT. (@dkct25)
People pay for what they do, and, still more, for what they have allowed themselves to become. And they pay for it very simply: by the lives they lead.
— James Baldwin, No Name in the Street (Vintage, September 17, 2013) (via The Hammock Papers)
Time Lapse: 5:00 to 6:00 am. 60 minutes in 10 seconds. 65° F, with light rain and wind gusts up to 15 mph. August 7, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT (@dkct25)
Racing thoughts. Reduced need for sleep. Exaggerated sense of self. Irritability. Impulsive decision-making. Distractibility. Obsessive rumination.
— Cory Richards, The Color of Everything: A Journey to Quiet the Chaos Within (Random House, July 9, 2024)
The world is a place where the extraordinary can sit just beside the ordinary with the thinnest of boundaries.
— Jodi Picoult, Second Glance (Atria Books, 2003) (via Make Believe Boutique)
There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.
—Maya Angelou, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings (Random House, March 5, 2002)
That is one of the many reasons why l avoid speaking as much as possible. For I always say either too much or too little, which is a terrible thing for a man with a passion for truth like mine.
— Samuel Beckett, Watt (Olympia Press, 1953) (via Alive on All Channels)
Self-examination? I’m ripe for it, always. As much now as ever. I’m sure there’s never an end to it. No full closure.
— Jeff Goldblum, in an interview with Tom Lamont titled “‘It’s foolish to mask your age. Accept it. Present it’: Jeff Goldblum on vanity, mortality and becoming a father in his 60s.” (The Guardian, August 3, 2024)
Sunrise, 10 min and gone. 6:25 to 6:35 am. 74° F. August 6, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT (@dkct25)
Tree 3 ways, 3 times: 4:42, 5:10 & 6:13 am. 74° F. August 6, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT (@dkct25)
Time Lapse: 4:55 to 6:35 am. 100 minutes in 11 seconds. 74° F. August 6, 2024. Cove Island Park, Stamford, CT (@dkct25)
But the heart rarely understands logic…
— Cory Richards, The Color of Everything: A Journey to Quiet the Chaos Within (Random House, July 9, 2024)
We must be. How else can we find ourselves?
I know what I’m fighting but I have no idea what I’m fighting for other than my emancipation from childhood. At some point every generation is lost. We must be. How else can we find ourselves?
— Cory Richards, The Color of Everything: A Journey to Quiet the Chaos Within (Random House, July 9, 2024)