lost and found

“In the first half of my life I moved towards all that gave me pleasure. But after the accident, the accident of growing older, I became cautious, preferring the same roads to work, a familiar breakfast, marriage. Because my memory is a limited resource, like gold or uranium, I go back over my life slowly, running fingers over the moments until I can taste them again. Remembering is like running backwards, an art I practiced with a friend from childhood, who says there are just two tragedies in life. Not getting what you want. And getting it.”
- Mike Hoolboom

Don't think twice, it's all right

I give her my heart but she wanted my soul

don't stop

 
Yougottadance. Aslongasthemusicplays. Yougotta dance. Don'teventhinkwhy. Starttothink, yourfeetstop. Yourfeetstop, wegetstuck. Wegetstuck, you'restuck. Sodon'tpayanymind, nomatterhowdumb. Yougottakeepthestep. Yougottalimberup. Yougottaloosenwhatyoubolteddown. Yougottauseallyougot. Weknowyou'retired, tiredandscared. Happenstoeveryone, okay? Justdon'tletyourfeetstop


xo em

your sails

reality x memory

"Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart."

We'll miss you, Mr. Layton

I’m reading Jack Layton’s final words and experiencing a strong reaction towards his powerful last words. Human compassion seems to be rare these days, especially in terms of politics - he will be sorely missed. 

“My friends, love is better than anger. Hope is better than fear. Optimism is better than despair. So let us be loving, hopeful and optimistic. And we’ll change the world.”

I think we should stop for at least a few minutes and think of the courage it takes to be so selfless at the bitter end.

Time to rise up Canada,

em xo