my sister brain-child from another life.

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israelfacts:

Palestinian children stand to form Pablo Picasso’s Dove of Peace as part of a project by British aerial artist John Quigley and the United Nations Relief Works Agency (UNRWA), at the foot of the Mount of Temptation in the West Bank city of Jericho November 25, 2011. It took some 1000 children from United Nations schools to create the project produced as part of the “Peace on Earth” project, a global musical prayer for peace which will be broadcast globally from Bethlehem’s Manger Square on Christmas day, a U.N. press release said. (Reuters/Getty Images)

A snippet

            The corridor led into a column of rooms: each resembling the quiet corner of a living room. There were bookshelves densely packed with not books but people, what remained of them—their ashes encased in bronze book-like containers with book-like spines inscribed with their names. Perhaps the room was not a living room at all but a private study of somebody with money. I saw in a glass case his reading glasses. Beside them sat his framed portrait.

            Some rooms led into smaller corridors, their archways slightly different from one another. Cool cement, patterned with perennials—cinquefoil—five leaves and sometimes seven. I stood on the middle step of one and looked up at the tunnel’s skeleton. The vaulted supports were so richly decorated so that their ornament concealed their function, their necessity. The spaces in the ribbed tunnels were sometimes filled with the same book-like containers filled with ashes. Memories of years past concealed in the concrete structure. This was a destination for old souls, a place of meditation.

Just saw pina bausch's ballet in berkeley. Therefore this is a must see:

Just saw pina bausch's ballet in berkeley. Therefore this is a must see:

"If equal affection cannot be, Let the more loving one be me."

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well
That, for all they care, I can go to hell, 
But on earth indifference is the least
We have to dread from man or beast.

How should we like it were stars to burn
With a passion for us we could not return? 
If equal affection cannot be, 
Let the more loving one be me.

Admirer as I think I am
Of stars that do not give a damn,
I cannot, now I see them, say
I missed one terribly all day.

Were all stars to disappear or die, 
I should learn to look at an empty sky
And feel its total darkness sublime, 
Though this might take me a little time.

W.H. Auden
1957

from Miki’s sister Miho.

Elegant. 

baboesjka:

‘Blue Window’ by Michael Carson