"There are two reasons why people don’t talk about things; either it doesn’t mean anything to them, or it means everything"
Everyday he grabs a stick a few feet from the door and carries it for the whole walk
Lola, still figuring out how her bed works.
"Let me wake up next to you, have coffee in the morning and wander through the city with your hand in mine, and I’ll be happy for the rest of my fucked up little life."
— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in Search for The Great Perhaps
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."