sitting alone in a foreign country . . .

“Sitting there, alone in a foreign country, far from my job and everyone I know, a feeling came over me. It was like remembering something I’d never known before or had always been waiting for, but I didn’t know what. Maybe it was something I’d forgotten or something I’ve been missing all my life. All I can say is that I felt, at the same time, joy and sadness. But not too much sadness, because I felt alive. Yes, alive. That was the moment I fell in love with Paris. And I felt Paris fall in love with me.”

 

~from in the final vignette of Paris Je T’Aime

 

 

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if only one could leave this life slowly . . .

“It’s not that we have to quit
this life one day, but it’s how
many things we have to quit
all at once: music, laughter,
the physics of falling leaves,
automobiles, holding hands,
the scent of rain, the concept
of subway trains… if only one
could leave this life slowly!” 

 
~Roman Payne

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remembering Leah . . .

“The voice so filled with nostalgia that you could almost see the memories floating through the blue smoke, memories not only of music and joy and youth, but perhaps, of dreams. They listened to the music, each hearing it in his own way, feeling relaxed and a part of the music, a part of each other, and almost a part of the world. ”

~Hubert Selby Jr., Requiem for a Dream

“It is with the heaviest of hearts that we must say goodbye to this sweet, bright light of a human. Leah Durrett was a powerhouse of joy and strength and life, and her sudden passing has left us all breathless and terribly sad. Leah was an incredible musician and a beautiful soul, a huge presence in Minor Mishap, and in the whole HONK community. 

Rest in Peace, Dear Friend, and thank you for all you’ve given us, for all you’ve taught us. Thank you for your friendship, all the good times, joyful shows, and amazing shenanigans. Thank you for sharing your incredibly generous spirit with us. We wish you could have stayed longer…”

 

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maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow . . .

“Maybe the only thing each of us can see is our own shadow.

Carl Jung called this his shadow work. He said we never see others. Instead we see only aspects of ourselves that fall over them. Shadows. Projections. Our associations.

The same way old painters would sit in a tiny dark room and trace the image of what stood outside a tiny window, in the bright sunlight.

The camera obscura.

Not the exact image, but everything reversed or upside down.” 

~Chuck Palahniuk

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