‘You’re on Earth. There’s no cure for that.’
― Samuel Beckett
Can you keep a secret? I’m trying to organize a prison break. I’m looking for, like, an accomplice. We have to first get out of this bar, then the hotel, then the city, and then the country. Are you in or you out?
Lost in Translation (2003)
photo by Mark Friedberg (Production Designer)
Title: A Favor Artist: Okkervil River 20 plays
Okkervil River // A Favor
frankenstein (by paul buckley design)
How is it that everyone but me seems to keep growing?
Craig Thompson, Blankets (via notsotough)
At first I thought I was going to be like my brother, whom I had had to leave by the roadside a year or two round the corner. He had wasted his breath on singing, and his strength on helping others. But I had travelled more wisely, and now it was only the monotony of the highway that oppressed me—dust under foot and brown crackling hedges on either side, ever since I could remember.
And I had already dropped several things—indeed, the road behind was strewn with the things we all had dropped; and the white dust was settling down on them, so that already they looked no better than stones. My muscles were so weary that I could not even bear the weight of those things I still carried. I slid off the milestone into the road, and lay there prostrate, with my face to the great parched hedge, praying that I might give up.
E.M. Forster // The Other Side of the Hedge