the pigeon doesn’t understand your disdain for it; it coos for you anyway. the tree does not know you own an axe for it; its leaves sway in the sun anyway. the starving cat eats the poison you put out. it doesn’t know how not to trust. the earth forgives you, in spite of yourself
Today I saw a really bumpiest lime at the grocery store. Just a truly unfortunate fruit.
Later that night around 10:40pm my boyfriend and I were driving past the same store and I suddenly started crying. He looked at me and said, “Is it that lime? Do you want to go back and get it?” I nodded. He turned the car around and we went back and bought the lime.
FRODO: I wish this circus had never come to me. I wish none of these monkeys were ever mine
GANDALF: so do all who live to manage such circuses and monkeys. but that is not for them to decide. all we have to decide what to do with the monkeys and circuses that are given to us
- light from two directions
- high ceiling
- half open protective wall
- inside blending into outside
- soft surfaces, firm boundaries
- a low zone for gathering
- fractal forest as backdrop
- horizon line running clean
checks every box in A Pattern Language for a psychologically perfect room.