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12:09 am, reblogged from Title Goes Here. by hyphenandcomma2,047 notes

There’s nothing like the smell of a newly opened book, the sound of pages turning, and a wandering imagination.

There’s nothing like the smell of a newly opened book, the sound of pages turning, and a wandering imagination.

11:54 pm, reblogged from Title Goes Here. by hyphenandcomma584 notes

My hand bound short story Seasonal Change with illustrations finally complete.

A short story in line with LAist minimalist fiction. The story is divided into four sections, one for each season. Each season is used as a metaphor for a relationship in a city where seasons only exist as a mental construct. My goal was to write a piece that was raw, honest, and beautiful. It’s surreal to see the finished product.

For more information contact me at trailingpapers@gmail.com.

08:05 pm, by hyphenandcomma1 note

Illustrations for my book Seasonal Change by the lovely and talented Mary Delioussina. The paging is complete, Now the binding begins.

© 2011 Seasonal Change

10:29 am, by hyphenandcomma11 notes

Not just beautiful, though — the stars are like the trees in the forest, alive and breathing. And they’re watching me. What I’ve up till now, what I’m going to do — they know it all. Nothing gets past their watchful eyes. As I sit there under the shining night sky, again a violent fear takes hold of me. My heart’s pounding a mile a minute, and I can barely breathe. All these millions of stars looking down on me, and I’ve never given them more than a passing thought before. Not just the stars — how many other things haven’t I noticed in the world, things I know nothing about? I suddenly feel helpless, completely powerless. And I know I’ll never outrun that awful feeling.
Haruki Murakami (via atomos)

11:41 am, reblogged from ☾ by hyphenandcomma1,358 notes

T.S. Eliot Tuesday

Back after a minor delay.

01:16 am, by hyphenandcomma2 notes

How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive.
Kurt Vonnegut

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