"Where are we going?"
"Out of our minds"
Across the Universe (2007)
"We all have our little solipsistic delusions, ghastly intuitions of utter singularity: that we are the only one in the house who ever fills the ice-cube tray, who unloads the clean dishwasher, who occasionally pees in the shower, whose eyelid twitches on first dates; that only we take casualness terribly seriously; that only we fashion supplication into courtesy; that only we hear the whiny pathos in a dog’s yawn, the timeless sigh in the opening of the hermetically-sealed jar, the splattered laugh in the frying egg, the minor-D lament in the vacuum’s scream; that only we feel the panic at sunset the rookie kindergartner feels at his mother’s retreat. That only we love the only-we. That only we need the only-we. Solipsism binds us together… That we feel lonely in a crowd; stop not to dwell on what’s brought the crowd into being. That we are, always, faces in a crowd."
- David Foster Wallace, ‘Westward the Course of Empire Takes Its Way’ (via scientificphilosopher)
pseudo intellectual bitch (me)
Illustration by Ernest Chiriaka (via)
Cemetery flowers after the ice storm
Photo credit: photopeter159
(by oldoinyo)| North Carolina, US