Showing posts from January, 2014
Cities are for
                 breaking you into several people
                                                          at once.

// excerpted from Lug Your Body out of the Careful Dusk, by Joshua Marie Wilkinson
I have realized that the past and future are real illusions, that they exist in the present, which is what there is and all there is.
Healing may not be so much about getting better, as about letting go of everything that isn’t you - all of the expectations, all of the beliefs - and becoming who you are.
Actually, I am not a very physical person. I don’t exercise because it’s healthy. It’s more about a metaphysical mechanism. I want to be able to escape from my body. I want to be able to detach my mind from my body when I focus. But that is only possible if I keep it in shape. The body has to be a temple. A solid structure I can free myself of. When I write I sometimes feel like I’m surrounded by concrete walls. It takes a lot of energy to break through them. But it is the only way to the other side.

// Haruki Murakami, interview with “Die Zeit”
Do you ever feel that way?”
“Restless. As if you haven’t really met yourself yet. As if you’d passed yourself once in the fog, and your heart leapt - ‘Ah! There I Am! I’ve been missing that piece!’ But it happens too fast, and then that part of you disappears into the fog again. And you spend the rest of your days looking for it.
I’m indecisive because I see eight sides to everything.
Listen. Listening is dangerous. Talking? More so. Things aren’t looking so good for quiet existence, either.
Man shouldn’t be able to see his own face – there’s nothing more sinister. Nature gave him the gift of not being able to see it, and of not being able to stare into his own eyes.
Only in the water of rivers and ponds could he look at his face. And the very posture he had to assume was symbolic. He had to bend over, stoop down, to commit the ignominy of beholding himself.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Where it’s easy to sleep in past the last sliver of daylight. Where you forget how cold it really gets until you can feel your bones against the skin in your fingers. Where that cemetery growing inside your body comes alive. Your bones dance. Your blood boils.

The wind rises. We must attempt to live.

At a bar, I watch the people speak, their movements and feigned laughs. I trace the outline of my glass. I try to go far away. Even the ones next to me seem distant, the uncrossable rifts between us lengthen as I stare off—too many moments of quiet. Again, I think of Valery. ‘The wind rises. We must attempt to live.’ I move my glass and speak.
We met at the wrong time. That’s what I keep telling myself anyway. Maybe one day years from now, we’ll meet in a coffee shop in a far away city somewhere and we could give it another shot.


Triptamin je monoaminialkaloid pronađen u biljkama i životinjama. Njegova struktura se tvori oko indolnog prstena, a prirodno se sintetizira iz aminokiselinetriptofan od kuda je i dobiveno ime triptamin. Triptamin je u tragovima pronađen u mozgovimasisavaca i smatra se da ima ulogu neurotransmitera.

Triptamin je također polazišna osnova za grupu spojeva zajedno zvanih triptamini. U skupini triptamina se nalaze i razni biološki aktivni spojevi poput neurotransmitera ili halucinogena.

Koncentracija triptamina u mozgu štakora iznosi otprilike 3.5 pmol/g.

Mnoge ili skoro sve biljke imaju malenu količinu triptamina koji sudjeluje u procesu biosinteze biljnog hormona indol-3-acetatna kiselina (heteroauksin). Veće koncentracije mogu biti pornađene u biljkama vrste Acacia.

Akacija (Acacia), biljni rod s oko 600 listopadnih ili zimzelenih tropskih ili suptropskih vrsta, raširenih pretežito u Australiji. Kod nas se obični bagrem (Robinia pseudoacacia) pogrešno naziva akacijom. Za prave se akacije…

4 AM

You have been my favorite interlocutor ever since.