So, in order to feel more, and to feel more like ourselves, we connect. But in our rush to connect, we flee from solitude, our ability to be separate and gather ourselves. Lacking the capacity for solitude, we turn to other people but don’t experience them as they are. It is as though we use them, need them as spare parts to support our increasingly fragile selves.

~ “The Flight from Conversation” - The New York Times

04.22.12 /22:05

In the silence of connection, people are comforted by being in touch with a lot of people - carefully kept at bay. We can’t get enough of one another if we can use technology to keep one another at distances we can control: not too close, not too far, just right. […] Human relationships are rich; they’re messy and demanding. We have learned the habit of cleaning them up with technology.

~ “The Flight from Conversation” - The New York Times

04.22.12 /21:54

Shame

04.19.12 /11:32

04.18.12 /21:30/♥ 4965

This scene kills me every time. Normally I would balk at the idea that our strong, fiercely independent heroine falls victim to a trite emotion but for some reason this resonated with me. I think it’s because I have felt the same way more than once. The mix of disappointment, sadness, and the crushing realization that perhaps it’s your fate to be alone shot straight to my heart. I think the most upsetting part is that this person who has been treated appallingly by almost everyone she has ever known, was able to find someone who saw her as an equal and respected her - even with her less than socially acceptable personality traits - but outside of the bubble they created, she was cast aside. It’s absolutely devastating.

04.16.12 /21:53

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;