Mysterium Cosmographicum

When I was a kid I remember watching Carl Sagan's "Cosmos" TV series. I fondly remember how he explained science facts and talked about important characters and events through the times. Recently I got the book, which was written in tandem with the TV series. It's so much fun to go back in time and rediscover why I loved science in the first place. Beside all the scientific facts, the TV show had the cool computer animations and synth music. The book has far more science facts and details. Reading it is such a wonderful bed time pleasure.

My Neighbor Satan

It's so cold at 4am but for some reason I just want to have a smoke in the terrace. Put on my coat and slippers and slightly slide out the door. It's not only freaking cold, but is raining. Fuck. Still I put myself right in the frame of the terrace door and lit a cigarette. Some people are walking under the rain. I wonder where they come from but I guess they are heading home. Walk of shame. Or not. The nicotine is supposed to quench anxiety but I couldn't care less about that. I'm looking for a guilty pleasure. The pleasure is not only the act of smoking, but smoking in the middle of the night under the most extreme cold in the terrace looking at people passing by while I'm thinking a thousand things and sometimes nothing at all. Recently though, I stopped smoking. Oh man, I do miss those 4am moments in the terrace.

Your Eyes The Most Honest

* When you question something it changes, cracks, breaks and transforms its nature. So what is it to be done? Nothing. Don't question it so thoroughly, avoid over analyzing. If some things can't be understood without question them, chances are the answers to such questions won't be truthful. And the essence of something pure would be corrupted, stripped of its beauty.

* After a visit to an art gallery in Tribeca, I took a slow steady walk back to Williamsburg. The art gallery was featuring latin american artists, one of them a friend of mine from Argentina. During this particular day the L train was not working, and going back home meant taking the J or M trains. However walking back to Brooklyn meant walking across the Williamsburg bridge for the first time. Halfway across the bridge, the sun was going down and the view of Manhattan was quite charming.

* "Friends must be the ends and not the means" (Rainer Maria Rilke)

Sunshine On Your Face

* Flying overseas again, this time around to attend my younger sister's college graduation. Spent some time with mother, father, niece, sisters, friends. Then after everybody went back home I stayed some extra days just to wander on my own around the city during the day, walked around a lot at a very slow pace, making some stops to  treat myself with good coffee and some traditional food. In the evenings I've spent time with my sister and some good friends. And even though it's been great, this place is no longer my home, I'm just visiting.

* "Home Is Whenever I'm With You" (Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeros)