Boy Playing in Hull of Ship, Amsterdam, 1964, Leonard Freed
‘Scener Ur Ett Äktenskap' (Scenes from a Marriage), Ingmar Bergman (1973)
We’re emotional illiterates. We’ve been taught about anatomy and farming methods in Africa. We’ve learned mathematical formulas by heart. But we haven’t been taught a thing about our souls. We’re tremendously ignorant about what makes people tick.
|—||Herman Melville (via likeafieldmouse)|
Have to watch myself today. Feeling ill humored.
The flowers are gone at this hour, and the sun must be reflecting off something to be projecting a circle of light on the wall, bright, unfocused, now dimming. Had a dream I was in a classroom. We stopped on the road in a snow storm and crashed classes. The films were very average but obscure. Bill Cosby made a cameo appearance as some kind of abstract cartoon character I couldn’t understand the shape of. I raised my hand. I was about to say something.