De-volving

a break-down of the last 24 hours:

clara made me oatmeal...i made it...better?

there's still debate over whether my friend meant this to be a lizard, gravestones, or a ghost with hands when he drew it last night.

new blue nail polish: left hand

right hand

and here are two of my favorite quote from the "The Unbearable Lightness of Being" by Milan Kundera, which I just finished yesterday:

In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.

The heaviest of burdens crushes us, we sink beneath it, it pins us to the  ground. But in the love of 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 earth, the more real and truthful they become.
Conversely, the absolute absence of a burden causes a man to be lighter than air, to soar into the 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 ligtness?

both quotes come within the first 5 pages of this novel, and it is just as good throughout the next 300.

oh, life is good in vienna.

-lab