"As if the fullness of the soul did not sometimes overflow in the emptiest metaphors, since no one can ever give the exact measure of his needs, nor of his conceptions, nor of his sorrows; And since human speech is like a cracked kettle, on which we hammer out tunes to make bears dance when we long to move the stars."
she's made the rounds, somehow i missed it until now, but fantasia, skaters, paparazzi footage, cartoons, doomsday, come together and it's magical... this is on repeat
I just noticed that I forgot my cane at your house yesterday; Please be good enough to give it to the bearer of this letter.
P.S. Kindly pardon me for disturbing you; I just found my cane.
- Marcel Proust to Princesse Clermote- Tonnerre
Oh, to be forgetful and have bearers of letters. To receive and send such niceties. Thanks to the prodigious Maira Kalman and the chalkboard wall at her Various Illuminations (of a Crazy World) that just closed at the Jewish Museum, where I found this.