The Fear That You Feel

Space in between, the space around, the space in the mind.

Me and the other.

Le Guin forever

« I think what you mostly do when you find you really are alone is to panic. You rush to the opposite extreme and pack yourself into groups - clubs, teams, societies, types. You suddenly start dressing exactly like the others. It’s a way of being invisible. The way you sew the patches on the holes in your blue jeans becomes incredibly important. If you do it wrong you’re not with it. That’s a peculiar phrase, you know? With it. With what? With them. With the others. All together. Safety in numbers. I’m not me. […] I’m a popular kid. I’m my friend’s friend. […] I’m a member. […] You can’t see me, all you can see is us. We’re safe. And if We see You standing alone by yourself, if you’re lucky we’ll ignore you. If you’re not lucky, we might throw rocks. Because we don’t like people standing there with the wrong kind of patches on their jeans reminding us that we’re each alone and none of us is safe. »

— Ursula K. Le Guin, Very Far Away from Anywhere Else

Being an Artist.

“I talk about the gods, I am an atheist. But I am an artist too, and therefore a liar. Distrust everything I say. I am telling the truth. The only truth I can understand or express is, logically defined, a lie. Psychologically defined, as symbol. Aesthetically defined, a metaphor.”

— The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin

Beautiful

The Sun and the Moon, and their child

Anouk Aimée on the roof of the Hotel Excelsior, Venice, 1955

Cabin in the woods

The most beautiful light. ✨ (still have lots of pictures from last weekend to post, sorryyyy not sorry)

FireLight

LightningFriends

“My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world, and exiles me from it.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin