The Felt Leaning

No sentimentality. Just play the notes.

Above the green plateau there is always grief,
which, inspired, becomes the breath of life.

—Gary J. Whitehead, from “Ararat” (via proustitute)

My God, a moment of bliss. Why, isn’t that enough for a whole lifetime?

—Fyodor Dostoevsky (via likeafieldmouse), White Nights