We are surrounded by Nothing. Everywhere we go, we have no idea what we're not seeing. We don't know what gravitational fields look like, what dark matter looks like, what quantum foam looks like, what de Kooning's drawing looked like, but what the scientists and the artists are telling us, in their very different ways, is that if we lean in, and pay very close attention, sometimes what looks like Nothing is the best place to find the most interesting ... somethings.

Robert Krulwich





















Jan Erik Vold (not credited(!))
at Oslo Airport Gardermoen





“in a day and age of instant gratification and everything moving so fast, we wanted to do the exact opposite,” says sigur rós’s jónsi birgisson. “slow tv is counter-active to the world we live in, in that it happens in real time and real slow.”

wish i saw this live (streamed).



Tsukuru Tazaki, always cool and collected, always doing things at his own pace. 
   Tsukuru got up from the chair on the balcony and went inside. He took a bottle of Cutty dark Sark from a shelf, poured some into a glass, the carried it back out to the porch. He sat down again and, for a time, pressed the fingers of his right hand against his temple.
   No, he thought, I'm not cool and collected, and I'm not always doing things at my ow pace. It's just a question of balance. I'm just good at habitually shifting the weight I carry around from one side of the fulcrum to the other, distributing it. Maybe this strikes others as cool. But it isn't an easy operation. It takes more time than it seems. And even if I do find the right balance, that doesn't lessen the total weight one bit.
From 'Colorless Tskukuru Tazaki' (2014) by Haruki Murakami, p. 294



















My story will be faithful to reality, or at least to my personal recollection of reality, which is the same thing.

Ulrikke by Jorge Luis Borges



And what is so rare as a day in June?
Then, if ever, come perfect days;
Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune,
And over it softly her warm ear lays;
Whether we look, or whether we listen,
We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ...

―James Russell Lowell