It is a curious thing, but as one travels the world getting older and older, it appears that happiness is easier to get used to than despair …

It is almost as if happiness is an acquired taste, like coconut cordial or ceviche, to which you can eventually become accustomed, but despair is something surprising each time you encounter it.

– Lemony Snicket –

Ph : Max Dupain

There’s bullet-holes where my compassion used to be

And there is violence in my heart

into fire you can send us

from the fire we return …

Can you hear it now?

Hear it coming now?

You have set something in motion

much greater than you’ve ever known …

When you return to the place that you call home

We will be there …

on hands and knees

We crawl …

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Nine inch nails – My violent heart

Perhaps we are in this world to search for love, find it and lose it, again and again. With each love, we are born anew, and with each love that ends we collect a new wound. I am covered with proud scars.

– Isabel Allende –

Photography © Sjur Roald – 2017 ( Model: Dorothee )

True translation is not a binary affair between two languages but a triangular affair. The third point of the triangle being what lay behind the words of the original text before it was written. True translation demands a return to the pre-verbal. One reads and rereads the words of the original text in order to penetrate through them to reach, to touch, the vision or experience that prompted them. One then gathers up what one has found there and takes this quivering almost wordless “thing” and places it behind the language it needs to be translated into. And now the principal task is to persuade the host language to take in and welcome the “thing” that is waiting to be articulated.

– John Berger –

Ph : Marie Gloredel

It is by looking at everyday objects, such as a butter knife, that one realizes that someone is gone and will not come back; a stupid butter knife that forever cut slices of loneliness in your life.

– Marc Levy –

Ph : Jesse Herzog

When you’re young, you think everything you do is disposable. You move from now to now, crumpling time up in your hands, tossing it away. You’re your own speeding car. You think you can get rid of things, and people too—leave them behind. You don’t yet know about the habit they have, of coming back.

Time in dreams is frozen. You can never get away from where you’ve been.

– Margaret Atwood –

Ph : Jesse Herzog