“You should go home to your hermitage; it is inside you. Close the doors, light the fire, and make it cozy again. That is what I call ‘taking refuge in the island of self.’ If you don’t go home to yourself, you continue to lose yourself. You destroy yourself and you destroy people around you, even if you have goodwill and want to do something to help. That is why the practice of going home to the island of self is so important. No one can take your true home away.”
~Thich Nhat Hanh
Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.
Please remember: things are not what they seem.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84
In an antique shop, Bell Buckle, Tennessee, May 5, 2018
n. the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time—filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.
-from The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows