Cafe Terrace, Place du Forum, Arles by Vincent Van Gogh

Cafe Terrace, Place du Forum, Arles. Vincent van Gogh. Via Wiki Paintings.
Cafe Terrace, Place du Forum, Arles. Vincent van Gogh. Via Wiki Paintings.

“Forever” by Jason Flatowicz

You said you’d
never fall down
the stairs again,
so I tripped you,
to remind you
there is no way
to control your
destiny as long
as I hold you
back, and that’s
why I flew away,
giving you time
to escape until
it was time for
us to meet
again, and we
will meet again,
over and over.

– Jason Flatowicz, “Forever

“How It Ends” by DeVotchKa

“There is no escape from the slave catcher’s songs
For all of the loved ones gone
Forever’s not so long

And in your soul they poked a million holes
But you never let ‘em show
Come on, it’s time to go

And you already know
Yeah, you already know how this will end”

How It Ends by DeVotchKa

“The inferno of the living is not something that will be; …

“The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.”

~ Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities

“The heaviest of burdens crushes us …

“The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the ground. But in love poetry of every age, the woman longs to be weighed down by the man’s body.The heaviest of burdens is therefore simultaneously an image of life’s most intense fulfillment. The heavier the burden, the closer our lives come to the earth, the more real and truthful they become. Conversely, the absolute absence of burden causes man to be lighter than air, to soar into heights, take leave of the earth and his earthly being, and become only half real, his movements as free as they are insignificant. What then shall we choose? Weight or lightness?”
― Milan KunderaThe Unbearable Lightness of Being