archiveofaffinities:  Humphrey Sturt, Horton Tower, East Dorset, England, 1750  “A vast, seven story tower, Sturt’s folly was said by some to have been intended as an observatory but never used as such, Humphrey Sturt, the builder losing his enthusiasm for the subject before the tower was completed.”

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 Humphrey Sturt, Horton Tower, East Dorset, England, 1750 

“A vast, seven story tower, Sturt’s folly was said by some to have been intended as an observatory but never used as such, Humphrey Sturt, the builder losing his enthusiasm for the subject before the tower was completed.”

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Historical consciousness. Something bigger than myself.

Historical consciousness. Something bigger than myself.

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I have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life. This ridiculous weakness is perhaps one of our more stupid melancholy propensities, for is there anything more stupid than to be eager to go on carrying a burden which one would gladly throw away, to loathe one’s very being and yet to hold it fast, to fondle the snake that devours us until it has eaten our hearts away?

—Voltaire (via passingfox)

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The forest that awes and fascinates us the most
is [the] bookstore.

—Lo Chih Cheng, “Bookstore in a Dream,” slightly amended. (via invisiblestories)

And my strong ghosts shall fade and pass
My love start fiery as grass
Wherever burn my fantasies,
Wherever burn my fantasies.

—Muriel Rukeyser, from “Song” (via proustitute)

In a field

I am the absence
of field.
This is
always the case.
Wherever I am
I am what is missing.

—Mark Strand