Category Archives: Fascination
Museum of innocence and Joseph Cornell.
Cornell is magic.
More about him here.
I have just finished smelling all my socks. It smelled like a damp sock had been in the drawer for awhile. I just couldn’t pinpoint exactly which one cause half of them borrowed the smell. A conspiracy. Now, as some smelled like damp gone bad, other just had this weird aroma. :D Like faint conditioner mixed with something.
Did you know I don’t keep my summer socks next to my winter ones? Fascinating.
Also, in Romanian, we call sock şosetă. But the guys from “translate” don’t do it justice. It is a really melodic word.
As fi vrut, cat as fi vrut sa nu mai plecam nicicand de pe banca aceea, sa ne ingroape pe amandoi sevele vegetale, muschiul si mormanele de frunze, sa ne prefacem fara sa stim in pamant, in cenusa, in nimic.
Fluturii albi mor spre sfarsitul verii
This book, The last night of love, the first night of war by Camil Petrescu is so beautiful.
Reading it feels like honey slowly making its way into my body, thick and sweet. Its the kind of book you have to make notes on the side and you feel like reading paragraphs twice just because you can’t believe it the first time. It makes me laugh inside, stop to let the words sink in, while the book rests on my chest.