The Getty Center has amazing architecture.

Downtown LA Exploring.

New reads. This is kind of like studying for anatomy, right?

I used to walk into a room full of people and wonder if they liked me… now I look around and wonder if I like them.

"And in that moment, he was finally able to accept it all. In the deepest recesses of his soul, Tsukuru Tazaki understood. One heart is not connected to another through harmony alone. They are, instead, linked deeply through their wounds. Pain linked to pain, fragility to fragility. There is no silence without a cry of grief, no forgiveness without bloodshed, no acceptance without a passage through acute loss. This is what lies at the root of true harmony."

You can hide memories, but you can’t erase the history that produced them…If nothing else you need to remember that. You can’t erase history, or change it. It would be like destroying yourself.

The Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage by Haruki Murukami

passivus:

Guy Billout

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