This is my heimat,
my deep map.
A turn or two I’ll walk
To still my beating mind.
— Shakespeare, The Tempest
Since they drift where the currents carry them, with no power or will to oppose that of the sea, this strange community of creatures and the marine plants that sustain them are called ‘plankton,’ a word derived from the Greek, meaning ‘wandering.’
Rachel Carson, The Sea Around Us
(via différence & répétition)
I don’t know what’s the matter with me—why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
— David Shields, How Literature Saved My Life (via sashawantsmore)
We wrench life from life, for with it, life is seen.