sewanee fog, day seven. December 2013

sewanee fog, day seven. December 2013

There Is Never A Right Time For Anything

I’ve finally realized that timing is an invented thing, an inherited trait, and that along with your native American roots and your penchant for sleep and for coffee, you will have inherited the ability to create the life you want for yourself.”

On The Verge

The beginning of the end to a four year project here at college. 

to go back to a day where time and space did not matter— there was nothing in the world but what I could see and feel— there was no need to understand. but that is not a real world— it is one created by the mind to temporarily forget the world as it was the hour before and live within a (seemingly) parallel one for the remainder of a day.

to go back to a day where time and space did not matter— there was nothing in the world but what I could see and feel— there was no need to understand. but that is not a real world— it is one created by the mind to temporarily forget the world as it was the hour before and live within a (seemingly) parallel one for the remainder of a day.

"Seeing is limited by two borders: strong light, which blinds, and total darkness…. Extremes mean borders beyond which life ends, and a passion for extremism, in art and in politics, is a veiled longing for death…. But for her, darkness did not mean infinity; for her, it meant a disagreement with what she saw, the negation of what was seen, the refusal to see."

Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being

"Originally, the root homo was not restricted to the male gender. Both the English word “human” and the Latin word homo grew from the Indo-European root *ghomon or *(dh)ghom-on, which means “earthling.” This root issues from *dhghem-, the Indo-European word for “earth.” The earliest wisdom of our language, then, defines us [not as male or female, but simply] as creatures of the earth.”

-Victor Eugene Walter (from: Placeways)

in the space between

laying in the space between what is real for us now, and what will be real for us in under six months. change is not for me. change is what keeps me going every day. starting the morning with a - “do you ever realize where you are and think how unreal it is?” - and driving up the mountain an hour later saying - “do you ever realize how unreal our lives are up here? no wonder people have mental breakdowns when they leave…” - but like all those before us, we will leave as well. we have become comfortable within this “in between”. we are neither children, nor adults. responsibility seems relative and unimportant. five and a half months. we will be forced into a new construction of our society: adulthood. expectations are already being set. expectations that will shape the way others see us and the way we see ourselves. perhaps the most crucial thing is to maintain a sense of reality. our own reality. if we can’t become at peace with our future realities, we will forever be jammed in a different “in between”: one created between our happiness and other’s expectations.  

Another weekend. Sewanee TN. 2013
© Chandler Sowden

Another weekend. Sewanee TN. 2013

© Chandler Sowden

"I’m not doing anything meaningful, but if you want to take it seriously, we can talk about it"

Montrouis, Haiti. 2012

Montrouis, Haiti. 2012

black tomato. svanholm. denmark

this is finals week

this is finals week

"The difference between science and philosophy is that the scientist learns more and more about less and less until she knows everything about nothing, whereas a philosopher learns less and less about more and more until he knows nothing about everything."

Dorion Sagan on science and philosophy (via explore-blog)

(Source: , via explore-blog)

Play- Samuel Beckett

 I saw this for the first time almost four years ago. I finally found it. It has haunted me. 

Silence and darkness were all I craved. Well, I get a certain amount of both. They being one. Perhaps it is more wickedness to pray for more.”

post-rain, mind-fog. sewanee 2013

post-rain, mind-fog. sewanee 2013