aku menjelma pesisir.
tony kushner in his foreword in the design of dissent, p.222
aku menjelma pesisir.
“there is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a rapture on the lonely shore,
there is society, where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar:
i love not man the less, but Nature more.” - lord byron
In this high resolution view of totality during the November 2012 solar eclipse, as the moon moves across the sun, you can see the diamond ring, bailey’s beads, prominences, the solar chromosphere (the thin red surface layer of the sun) and the inner solar corona.
literally my favorite.
and, so, i question: what’s your worst drunk moment? isn’t it frightening to be able to see the obvious stage that you are incapable to control things that you ever thought were your own? i think i have to start to agree that mental illness can only be cured with things & moments that could bring me to my highest level of consciousness. why can’t we escape? had a great drunk, yet great responsibility follows. the smell of the blanket. the color of wet floor. dizzy head; the morning of qualm. i kept remembering scenes of alexander supertramp, quietly believe that i may just end up alone as a stranger, in a strange land, at the strangest moment of manhood; like he did. but my phone rang. perhaps great person also brings great responsibility. or the so called attachment, chemistry. yes, chemistry. i wanted to move all job offers from my inbox to trash bin. i wanted to change the world. but i could not even stand on my own feet. so i didn’t. i remembered nothing. it was one strange morning when i woke up and started to compromise the idea of working. to wonder and wander. to please my lust and get lost. over; and over again. before i regret my regret to get more drunk moments i’d incapable to control. and i have the echo of the words:
happiness, mccandless said, is only real when shared. and he died. alone.
Erich Fromm (via slychedelic)
kau tahu mengapa aku suka berbicara pada benda-benda? sebab mereka tak merasa dan aku tak perlu menyakiti lagi siapa-siapa.
tiba-tiba saja aku merasa aku mulai membenci afrizal malna..
kau tahu alasannya, mengapa aku tak suka merek-merek;
aku menyayangi semesta tanpa harus menyebut diriku anak mapala. anak mapala diadu jantannya ke tengah hutan, adu tenggelam di arus sungai, sesat di padang, dan pulang tanpa mengingat menyimpan sampahnya sendiri. mahasiswa mengaku pencinta alam tapi lebih suka adu kuat menaklukkan alam di bawah kakinya. sesederhana aku menyayangimu dan tak ingin meletakkanmu di bawah kakiku. aku tak paham mengapa mereka menyebut dirinya mencintai alam, namun yang dibawa di punggungnya hanya tugas menyombongkan kejantanannya; dan tak pernah ingat mengagungkan alam yang menyapanya tanpa jarak.