Maybe this will sound stupid, and maybe it’s stupid to say, and maybe I’m dumb enough to believe it, but if I’m still alive today, if I survived some periods of my life, it’s because of music - and Lewis Carroll.

(But, yes I was dumb enough to find some philosophy bits sometimes in songs.)

I’ve been making music again after some days of nothing. Cool.
That’s all.
(uh also, I still want to code things, I want to code really, really really, code something, but can’t settle on one thing, or nothing, nor I can’t even launch some code editor actually. it’s driving me a bit crazy, urf.)

2012, february 22

Yesterday I crossed a girl’s path. A beautiful girl like you see only once every ten years. I just crossed her path, at a bend of the sidewalk. I could see her maybe only one second. She was arranging her hair when my eyes met hers for that one second. Just a glance.
A glance.
That one girl’s path I crossed… this girl, I will never spend a lot of time silently sitting with her for hours without almost never talking. I will never keep on crossing her path again and again, collapsing in front of her smile each time we say ‘hello’, wanting to see her more, to talk to her a little, but just running away each time in the other direction because of something like fear and difficulties to interact with other people. I will never be surprised when she change something in her fashion one day. I will never spend nights my head in my hands, wondering how I could sort out the confusion. I will never see her slowly fading away. She won’t haunt my dreams for the years to come, and the thoughts of everyday. I won’t never hope during years to be able to cross her path maybe one more time, to have a chance to fix something that I felt went wrong.

Depressed tonight. :(

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Some are so fastidious they have no furniture at all, being allergic to the “visual clutter of objects” in particular, as Klaus Biesenbach, director of PS1, the Museum of Modern Art alternative outpost in Long Island City, Queens, likes to say — and to design in general.

“I hate design,” Mr. Biesenbach will tell you emphatically. When he travels, he has a habit of stripping his hotel room of anything that moves (furniture, colored pillows, desktop accessories) and stuffing it all into the closet. “It’s a little bit of curatorial disease,” he said. “I like to reduce everything to its original surface.”

For the last five years, Mr. Biesenbach has been living in a nearly empty apartment in Seward Park, the former union co-op complex on the Lower East Side.

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NYT (via magnificentruin)

Funny… I moved to a new apartment this month which was mostly empty for a while and now that I’m slowly getting my stuff back, I’m feeling overwhelmed by all the things… all those things I don’t really need. For instance I cherish my books, the objects, but let’s be honest, I could have all them on ebooks and I’d be lighter. Etc…

Edit: Read the article and can totally relate. A design free zone is really attractive.