(noun) A Russian word – “Vladmir Nabokov describes it best: ‘No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.’” (via ancient-serpent)
There are reasons why white gun’s rights activists can walk into a Chipotle restaurant with assault rifles and be seen as gauche nuisances while unarmed black men are killed for reaching for their wallets or cell phones, or carrying children’s toys.
I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too.
What matters is life, life alone, the continuous and infinite process of discovering it, not the discovery itself!
It appears that art influences the public not by contagion, that’s wrong, but through a kind of ethical enlightenment, through one’s encounter with the world of artists…This has such an impact on the human soul that it changes, and…one who’s seen or read a work of art, can no longer remain the same as before.
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