“life’s what you see in people's eyes; life's what they learn, and, having learnt it, never, though they seek to hide it, cease to be aware of what? that life's like that, it seems”
This morning on the train I watched a guy scroll about 2 years deep on a girl’s Instagram and then then switch to iMessage and text his uncle good morning
Robert Proust (in his eulogy for his brother in 1923):
“As far back in my recollections of childhood at that period, when one’s earliest memories begin to crystallize, I constantly have before me the image of my brother watching over me with a sweetness that is infinite, [+]
New Jersey Transit is not for the faint-hearted!
windows are now opaque with filth & so one cannot see the name of a station approaching, or anything outside that might provide a clue where the train is; with no conductors & no announcements of stops, travelers have to rely upon asking one another "where are we?"--often, no one is sure, or is hesitant to commit himself.
this is not too bad during the day but at night, a challenge.
Je voudrais que vous me disiez maintenant comment ils en sont arrivés à ne plus même se parler... Je ne sais rien. Peut-être par de longs silences qui s'installaient entre eux, la nuit...et qu'ils étaient de moins en moins capables de surmonter par rien, rien.
Marguerite Duras