Ginger Magnum

"I DREAM. SOMETIMES I THINK THAT’S THE ONLY RIGHT THING TO DO." - Haruki Murakami,  Sputnik Sweetheart.

"It’s hard not to hate. People, things, institutions, when they break your spirit and take pleasure in watching you bleed. Hate is the only feeling that makes sense. But I know what hate does to a man. Tears him apart, turns him into something he’s not. Something he promised himself he’d never become. That’s what I need to tell you. To let you know how hard I’m trying not to cave under the weight of all the awful things I feel in my heart. Sometimes my life feels like a deadly balancing act. What I feel slamming up against what I should do. Implusive reactions racing to solutions miles ahead of my brain. When I look at my day, I realize that most of it was spent cleaning up the damage of the day before. In that life I have no future. All I have is distraction and remorse. I buried my best friend three days ago. As cliche as this sounds, I left a part of me in that box. A part I barely knew. A part I’ll never see again. Every day is a new box, boys. You open it, you take a look a

 Hearts will never be practical until they can be made unbreakable. THE WIZARD OF oZ

Whan that Arcite hadde romed al his fille And songen al the roundel lustily, Into a studie he fil al sodeynly , As doon thise loveres in hir queynte geres, Now in the croppe, now doun in the breres, Now up, now doun as boket in a welle.

"To the man who only has a hammer, everything he encounters begins to look like a nail." —Abraham Maslow

Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.     — SYLVIA PLATH,  THE UNABRIDGED JOURNALS OF SYLVIA PLATH