( @abandonedameric / jupiter from juno, 2017 )

Like a Rolling Stone.

“For the rattling glory of ages to come,
For the high tribe of men,
At the feast of the fathers I have forfeited my cup,
And my joy, and my honor as well.

A wolfhound-age leaps up on my back,
But I am not a wolf by blood.
Better find me a coat of Siberian steppes
And stuff me inside, like a hat…

Let me no more look at the coward, at the mire,
At the bloody bones in the wheel,
Let the blue foxes blaze the whole night through
In their primordial beauty for me.

Lead me into the night, where the Yenisei flows
And the pine tree reaches the star,
Because I am not a wolf by blood
And only my equal will take my life.”

—Bernstein’s Mandelstam

"There are ten red Loebs of Pliny the Elder, one of the largest intact corpora to come out of the ancient world. I bought them all soon after I brought home the kitten."

"Who has no house now, will not build one." —Rilke via

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