6.22.2010

Или пък може при някоя силна буря да падне любимото ти старо дърво. След това нещата никога не са същите. Всичко е променено. Стоиш, гледаш и не вярваш как любовта ти е била изтръгната от земята. Болката ти напира, но ти стискаш очи и не й даваш да потече.





6.03.2010

Дълбай назад, където няма нищо друго
освен голяма, силна, тъмна свобода.
Където няма думи.
Защото истинската свобода е в липсата
на самата тази дума - "свобода".
И в липсата на мисълта за нея. Защото
самата дума "свобода" е знак
за нейното отсъствие.


6.02.2010

Oh okay I see. You think this has nothing to do with you. You go to your closet and you select - I don't know - that lumpy blue sweater, for instance because you're trying to tell the world that you take yourself too seriously to care about what you put on your back. But what you don't know is that that sweater is not just blue. It's not turquoise. It's not lapis. It's actually cerulean. And you're also blithely unaware of the fact that in 2002, Oscar de la Renta did a collection of cerulean gowns. And then I think it was Yves Saint Laurent - wasn't it - who showed cerulean military jackets? And then cerulean quickly showed up in the collections of eight different designers. And then it, uh, filtered down through the department stores and then trickled on down into some tragic casual corner where you, no doubt, fished it out of some clearance bin. However, that blue represents millions of dollars and countless jobs and it's sort of comical how you think that you've made a choice that exempts you from the fashion industry when, in fact you're wearing a sweater that was selected for you by the people in this room from a pile of stuff.