“The soft bonds of love are indifferent to life and death. They hold through time so that yesterday’s love is part of today’s and the confidence in tomorrow’s love is also part of today’s. And when one dies, the memory lives in the other, and is warm and breathing. And when both die - I almost believe, rationalist though I am - that somewhere it remains, indestructible and eternal, enriching all of the universe by the mere fact that once it existed.” BelieveFactsTodayDiesUniverseMemoriesLove IsTomorrowEternalRemainsMereWarmYesterdayBreathingLife And DeathIndifferentRough TimesIndestructibleEnrichingBonds Of Love Book:It's Been a Good Life Source: It's Been a Good Life
“Memories seem to surface in no particular order, with no time attached. Yesterday can seem as distant as last year. My life now consists of fragments where some are so blinding in their intensity that they make everything else indistinguishable. It feels as if my existence was extinguished in a flash, and afterwards my universe became incomprehensible. I want to remember everything. But perhaps I need to give it more time. Allow myself some rest. Distance myself a little, to see if I can make out a pattern. And face the truth about what is really there.” IfsWantNeedsGivingFeelsYearsLittlesI CanSeemsLastsRememberFacesOrderUniverseMemoriesExistenceParticularDistancePatternsSurfaceYesterdayMore TimeIntensityFlashLast YearFragmentsMake OutRemembers EverythingFacing The TruthDistance Myself Author:Linda Olsson
“Each man, therefore, is the entire world, bearing within his genes a memory of all mankind. Or as Leibniz put it: ‘Every living substance is a perpetual living mirror of the universe’” MenWorldUniverseMemoriesMankindMirrorsSubstanceGenesPerpetual Book:The Invention of Solitude Source: The Invention of Solitude
“What, then, is that incalculable feeling that deprives the mind of the sleep necessary to life? A world that can be explained even with bad reasons is a familiar world. But, on the other hand, in a universe suddenly divested of illusions and lights, man feels an alien, a stranger. His exile is without remedy since he is deprived of the memory of a lost home or the hope of a promised land. This divorce between man and his life, the actor and his setting, is properly the feeling of absurdity.” MenWorldFeelsMindReasonFeelingsHomeHandsLightUniverseActorsLostMemoriesSleepLandIllusionStrangerDivorceSettingFamiliarSettingsAliensRemedyAbsurdityExileDeprivedPromised LandMyth Of Sisyphus Book:The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays Source: The Myth of Sisyphus: And Other Essays
“I'm interested in the parallel narrative of our fantasy lives. How the moment of 'now' that is palpably real, is surrounded by our memories, our dreams and hopes, the stories and connections that our brains make as we navigate a universe of fantasy, or unreality, or surreality. I'm keen to explore this very human experience, how our minds create our own realities, a blend of fact and interpretation of fact.” MindHumansRealMomentsFactsStoriesDreamRealityUniverseMemoriesBrainFantasyConnectionsNarrativeInterpretationOur DreamsHuman ExperienceParallelsOur MemoriesNavigateUnrealityFantasy Life Author:Dave McKean