Tuesday, September 25, 2001

It's strange how travel modifies vision. It turns the eye inward even as
it absorbs everything new in sight. A sight or an experience, the very
act of being outside your comfort zone, makes you rethink the
parameters you've just stepped out of, and throws the windows of
your mind so wide open until it's as vast as the sky, and your very
nerve endings grow eyes of their own.

I like to go places on my own, for while it makes me vulnerable and
open to other people whose logic, speech, routines, habits or beliefs
may or may not resemble mine, it gives me insight to what I may not
have known of myself. I can forget myself in another place, only to
realize what I’m capable of, and what I will never do in this lifetime,
and what I could become.

Travel is an all-night, interesting and intoxicating drink fest with a
stranger who may or may not, come daylight, be your friend forever.
But the hangover lasts a lifetime.

-----"Worldwide" from Legmanila.com, Tara FT Sering

Thursday, September 06, 2001

"This above all: to thine own self be true."

----–"Hamlet", William Shakespeare

Wednesday, September 05, 2001

"Wherever you go, go with all your heart."

The greatest weight.-- What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence - even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with it, speck of dust!"
Would you not throw yourself down and gnash your teeth and curse the demon who spoke thus?... Or how well disposed would you have to become to yourself and to life to crave nothing more fervently than this ultimate eternal confirmation and seal?

-----from Nietzsche's The Gay Science, s.341, Walter Kaufmann transl.
The heat is going out of me/ The heart is going out of me ...
And though she cannot remember she cannot forget ...
Clutching a fistful of sand ...
What ties me to you is guilt ...
I crossed two rivers and wept by one ...
I am the beast at the end of the rope Happy and free ...

-----"Crave", Sarah Kane
And secret thoughts were said aloud
We watched the faces in the clouds
Until the clouds had blown away

And were we ever somewhere else
You know, it's hard to say

And I never saw blue like that before
Across the sky
Around the world
You've given me all you have and more
And no one else has ever shown me how
To see the world the way I see it now

-----Shawn Colvin, "Never Saw Blue Like That"
"We are such stuff
As dreams are made on and our little life
Is rounded with a sleep..."

-----Shakespeare, The Tempest (IV, i, 156-157)

In the heat of her hands, I thought,
This is the campfire that mocks the sun.
This place will warm me, feed me and care for me.
I will hold on to this pulse against other rhythms.
The world will come and go in the tide of a day
But here is her hand with my future in its palm

-----"Written on the Body", Angela Carter