#air

The Chair I’m writing to you, who made the archaic wooden chair look like a throne while you sat on it. Amidst your absence, I choose to sit on the floor, which is dusty as a dry Kansas day. I am stoic as a statue of Buddha, not wanting to bother the old wooden chair, which has been silent now for months. In this sunlit moment I think of you. I can still picture you sitting there-- your forehead wrinkled like an un-ironed shirt, the light splashed on your face, like holy water from St. Joseph’s. The chair, with rounded curves like that of a full-figured woman, seems as mellow as a monk in prayer. The breeze blows from beyond the curtains, as if your spirit has come back to rest. Now a cloud passes overhead, and I hush, waiting to hear what rests so heavily on the chair’s lumbering mind. Do not interrupt, even if the wind offers to carry your raspy voice like a wispy cloud. ↗

— Jarod Kintz

#chair #insightful #metaphor #peaceful #pensive

Art is not communicative, art is not reflexive. Art, science, philosophy are neither contemplative, neither reflexive, nor communicative. They are creative, that's all. ↗

— Gilles Deleuze

#l-abécédaire-de-gilles-deleuze #philosophy #science #art

The aircraft that blew up the World Trade Center in New York and the Pentagon in Washington conveyed several messages to the world, of which one of the least remarked is this: the Muslims of the world are suffering. ↗

— James Buchan

#blew #center #conveyed #least #messages

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them. ↗

— Henry David Thoreau

#built #castles #foundations #lost #need

I shall see you on Blackfriars Bridge, Tessa. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray

People could say a lot of negative things about the apocalypse, but there was no arguing the air quality in Los Angeles had really improved. ↗

— Peter Clines

#apocalypse #los-angeles #smog #superheroes #zombies

And thus Charles found himself wandering around a hotel, trailing federal agents as he held a cardboard coffee cup holder in each hand, instead of out killing misbehaving werewolves. ↗

— Patricia Briggs

#charles-cornick #coffee #fair-game #humor #plans

I don't know how to live in the world as a Shadowhunter without Will. I don't think i even want to. I am still a parabatai, but my other half is gone. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #wem #will-herondale #will-herondale

Our souls are knit. We are one person, James. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #will-herondale #will-herondale

He touched her as he usually touched his beloved violin, with a soft and urgent grace that left her breathless. ↗

— Cassandra Clare

#jem-carstairs #tessa-gray #tessa-gray