I WANT YOU TO PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY CHEST, PUT YOUR EAR TO MY WRIST AND LISTEN TO MY PULSE, HEAR IT AND LISTEN, TRANSLATE IT LIKE MORSE CODE, THERE ARE THINGS I NEED TO SAY BUT DON’T KNOW HOW
Icelanders are proud of their language and yet also speak English with disarming style, choosing words carefully—for example, a photographer tells me that he prefers 35mm film cameras over digital because “film has more charisma.” Or, a woman says to me of her life, she is “always busy with the moment”—not busy because of her job and kids and spin class but “with the moment,” as if each moment is her partner.
Some women want to be house wives and some women want to be Harvard professors and some women want to be porn stars and some women want to be nuns and some women want to be surgeons and there is nothing wrong with anyone’s profession I am sick of people being rude to women about their professions oh my god
An interesting find on our hike through Starved Rock. “Arm the deer. See how brave the hunters are.”
That’s the nicest thing I’ve seen today.
imagine being that one guy who broke an 11 hour kindness chain