source: unknown

Endless Love (1981)

olive harvest in turmusaya, palestine (2021)

Mark Rothko, Untitled, 1949

© 1998 Kate Rothko Prizel & Christopher Rothko/Artists Rights Society (ARS)

About this time I had a dream which both frightened and encouraged me. It was night in some unknown place, and I was making slow and painful headway against a mighty wind. Dense fog was flying along everywhere. I had my hands cupped around a tiny light which threatened to go out at any moment. Everything depended on my keeping this little light alive. Suddenly I had the feeling that something was coming up behind me. I looked back, and saw a gigantic black figure following me. But at the same moment I was conscious, in spite of my terror, that I must keep my little light going through night and wind, regardless of all dangers. When I awoke I realized at once that the figure was...my own shadow on the swirling mists, brought into being by the little light I was carrying. I knew, too, that this little light was my consciousness, the only light I have. My own understanding is the sole treasure I possess, and the greatest. Though infinitely small and fragile in comparison with the powers of darkness, it is still a light, my only light.

C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections

you can braid my hair

Kendrick x Not Like Us (Live)

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from Stories; “The Meek One,” written c. 1876