“Everything that needs to be said has already been said. But since no one was listening, everything must be said again.”

― André Gide

“Thinking of the lives of still lives, I think about how objects outlive us, of how moving this can be,” Cole writes. He alludes to the still-life genre as a kind of autobiography, forcing us to consider what is at the edges of our own stories: what histories lie within our possessions, and what our uses of them reveal about us. Like the sugar bowl in which he appears, our things always reflect us.

I'd been on my own since I turned seventeen and that early independence made me old.

If you quiet your mind enough, you will be amazed at what your body can sense in the flicker of a flame and the whispering waves of water.

Our very idea of productivity is premised on the idea of producing something new, whereas we do not tend to see maintenance and care as productive in the same way.

“Part of me died here / so another could go on.”

∆ Audre Lorde, from The Black Unicorn: Poems

there is a grounding and recharging feeling in being in the presence of those you trust most deeply.

i feel present. i like myself. i have no worries.