Sitting On The Bus On A Foggy Morning And Only Thinking — Is This, Finally, My Life? Do I Hold It With

My own little version of the Birth of Venus by Botticelli

Sylvia Plath, September 1950 journal entry

i love a fog. i love a woods.

Confessional booth, 1800s.

jude law in wilde (1997)

The Vicarage, home of the late Dowager Duchess of Devonshire

“Boredom is different nowadays. It’s about super-saturation, distraction, restlessness. I am often bored but it’s not for lack of options: a thousand TV channels, the bounty of Netflix, countless net radio stations, innumerable unlistened-to albums, unwatched DVDs and unread books, the maze-like archive of YouTube. Today’s boredom is not hungry, a response to deprivation; it is a loss of cultural appetite, in response to the surfeit of claims on your attention and time.”

— Simon Reynolds, Retromania: Pop Culture’s Addiction to Its Own Past