Three Kinds of Metaphysical Nothing
Taylor McCormick’s are the intersection between photography and daydreaming. She mixes the unpredictability of film with Photoshop to make these dreamy images.
But that’s the wonderful thing about foreign travel, suddenly you are five years old again. You can’t read anything, you have only the most basic sense of how things work, you can’t even reliably cross the street without endangering your life. Your whole existence becomes a series of interesting guesses.
Bill Bryson, Neither here nor There: Travels in Europe (via mrsfigg)
Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.
Virginia Woolf,A Room Of One’s Own (via definitelydope)