Taking the turtle for a walk and letting him set the pace.

It happens all the time. My own ignorance is revealed to me in the same way. In the course of reading I accidentally discover that for some vague feeling or embryonic notion, which I’ve never taken the time to organize in my mind, or scrutinize, there is already a word. And where there is a word there are bound to be others. When the trouble is taken to name something it’s a safe bet there is a lineage of thought trailing behind it into history.

05.07. filed under: !. history. ideas. life.


strolling, to Flâneur, to make ones privet cart-ho-investigation of the city, that’s exactly what i would have answer at childhood, had i known how enjoyable it is now, yes i could spent my life doing it

posted on 05.13 at 09:49 AMmoon

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