quarta-feira, 13 de março de 2013

History or Story, let your heart choose it

"I once went to report on a village in Russia, a community of artists who were forced to flee the cities! I'd heard thatpaintings hung everywhere! I heard you couldn't see the walls through all of the paintings! They'd painted ceilings, the plates, the windows, the lampshades! Was it an act of rebellion! An act of expression! Were the paintings good, or was that beside the point! I needed to see it for myself, and I needed to tell the world about it! I used to live for reporting like that! Stalin found out about the community and sent his thugs in, just fews days before I got there, to break all of their arms! That was worse than killing them! It was a horrible sight, Oskar: their arms in crude splints, straight in front of them like zombies! They couldn't feed themselves, because they couldn't get their hands to their mounths! So you know what they did!" "They starved?" "They fed each other! That's the difference between heaven and hell! In hell we starve! In heaven we feed each other!" "I don't believe in the afterlife." "Neither do I, but I believe in the story!"

"The thing is, all the time you spend logging and then curating the quotidian aspects of your daily life is time taken away from actually doing things."

2 comentários:

António Jesus Batalha disse...

Ao passar pela net encontrei o seu blog, estive a ler algumas coisas e posso dizer que é um blog fantástico,
com um bom conteúdo, dou-lhe os meus parabéns.
Se desejar faça uma vista ao Peregrino e sevo e deixe o seu comentário.
Sou António Batalha, do Peregrino E Servo.

Nâna Pessoa disse...

Obrigada pela visita! E que bom que gostou :-)
Volte sempre!!