Caught my eye, conscious of how many things we don't notice day to day, thinking about how much we miss.
This is one of fifty-two expressions in The Illustrated Book of Sayings! Quite honestly, I was struggling for any sort of inspiration when it came to posting something on the blog (are blogs becoming sort of redundant these days? is the process too slow when compared to things like Instagram? are people other than me forgetting to attend to them? who remembers to blog everyday? are there really people who achieve that?) but then I thought GOSH I HAVE A BOOK so posting an illustration from there seemed like a reasonable idea.
1. Firmly in love means accepting that you are firmly uncertain.
2. It is the most uncomfortable and wondrous situation, being so many countless thousand miles away from the people who know you best. You try to see them with binoculars and fail, time and time again. Are they watering their plants? Are they sleeping with one hand underneath the pillow? Are they hungry for something other than every single day?
3. While on the topic of plants, I should address the disappointment I have felt since arriving in Canada. This disappointment lies mostly in my own inability to travel the great and unholy distances necessary to see real trees, the kind which are the height of a hundred humans.
4. I’ve got to get to the art shop before it closes, I’ve got to find paper larger than my suitcase and then I’ve got three days to try and fit it in. I’ve got to paint and bleed colour all over it’s cold smooth surface until my fingers seize up and won’t be warm again until I’ve run up and down the ocean (which I won’t do because I have a sore throat and it would be irresponsible in the highest).
5. It’s stopped raining for five minutes, ten, an hour. I should go outside and carry myself back home, but I can’t quite bring myself to. My shoes never completely dried out, and walking will remind me of that; inside I can keep them still and pretend they’re just cold.
6. I’m sitting in Union Pacific Coffee Co., surrounded by tiny students talking about homeostasis and midterms. I don’t look so different, laptop on one arm and caffeine in the other, but I’m wholly everything else. These years and years of learning that they do, that I so conveniently skipped across, it’s difficult sometimes to not envy them and their untempered potential.
7. African split-pea soup, same as yesterday but for some reason I told her I was a vegetarian and now I can’t order a turkey wrap.
8. How many lives can one reasonably get away with living?
9. Didn’t realise that a cup was just a small bowl. And aren’t split-peas the same thing as lentils?
10. 2:30pm, Alaska time.
11. Don’t bother with the giving of yourself to people who aren’t going to hold your head when you sob in a most violent and ungraceful manner.
12. Part of going away is noticing whether or not the place you left behind is one you want to return to.
13. Procrastination by numbers.
14. Whenever somebody leaves the door open my heart relaxes a little, secretly fearing that it might in fact be trapped in this world of free wifi and wall planters forever.
15. Waterproof footwear is clearly not something I should have thought to leave behind.
16. I wonder why we thought to organise our western world the way we did, why we thought desk jobs were ever a good idea, why we needed to build glossy concrete buildings to block out the sun, why I’m still sitting here thinking of ways to prolong the inevitable.
17. I’m going to make it this time, really truly.
I didn't see this coming, which is always the way. It feels like something is trying to eat my throat from the inside out, but I'm going to ignore that, and dedicate today solely to writing, art shops and Union Pacific Coffee.
I'm in Canada until November 9th, so you can expect delayed newsletters, geese, shockingly beautiful landscapes and moaning about airports (I love them really).
I will never stop trying to untangle the words from pictures in my head.
All of it.
I thought it was about time you and Dante were introduced.
A wall of paintings by Carl Fredrik Hill, as seen from an uncomfortable bench in the middle of this room at the Göteborg Museum of Art in Sweden.
The third and fourth paintings are the ones actually hanging in the museum, but my sketch was inadequate when it came to remembering the others.
Oh this man.
Sorry for neglecting you, blog.