“It’s hard for me to sing sometimes because it leads my mind to wander off and think about all the people I used to be so close to and what they are doing now; some have died, most have families of their own now and have accepted the fact that they are adults, whereas I’m still living in a dream world and trying to draw out my childhood for as long as possible.”—James Veck-Gilodi (Deaf Havana)
“When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much. A calendar that showed the wrong month. I could have cried over it; I did. Where the smoke from a chimney ended. How an overturned bottle rested at the edge of a table.
I spent my life learning to feel less.”—Jonathan Safran Foer, from “Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close” (via weissewiese)