I see you sun, peeking through them trees…

I see you sun, peeking through them trees…

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“A smile is the best way to get away with trouble even if it’s a fake one.”

- Masashi Kishimoto

“A smile is the best way to get away with trouble even if it’s a fake one.”

- Masashi Kishimoto

#horizon #urban #landscape #urbanlandscape #sunset #sun

#horizon #urban #landscape #urbanlandscape #sunset #sun

I see you #sun — peeking through those #trees. #ProspectPark

I see you #sun — peeking through those #trees. #ProspectPark

Gotta love the #sun…

Gotta love the #sun…

callmejam:


“Sometimes, when one is moving silently though such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it’s way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”

(Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)

via Michael McDermott

callmejam:

“Sometimes, when one is moving silently though such an utterly desolate landscape, an overwhelming hallucination can make one feel that oneself, as an individual human being, is slowly being unraveled. The surrounding space is so vast that it becomes increasingly difficult to keep a balanced grip on one’s own being. The mind swells out to fill the entire landscape, becoming so diffuse in the process that one loses the ability to keep it fastened to the physical self. The sun would rise from the eastern horizon, and cut it’s way across the empty sky, and sink below the western horizon. This was the only perceptible change in our surroundings. And in the movement of the sun, I felt something I hardly know how to name: some huge, cosmic love.”

(Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle)

"found the sun"

"found the sun"

I have the sudden urge to run…

I have the sudden urge to run…