Angel

“Вярно, можеш без мен. Но колкото по-дълго протакам
своя край, толкова по-късно ще свариш
да се превърнеш в дъжд зад стъклата,
шлифоващ без мен тротоарите.”
― Йосиф Бродски

“Колебанията са звук. Треперенето трябва да звучи. Защо не се чува?”
― Yevgeny Zamyatin, We

“The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again.”
― William Shakespeare

“She did occasionally criticise my priorities, how could I buy three new LPs one Friday afternoon when I was walking around in shoes with the sole flapping off? They’re just material goods, I responded, objects, while music was completely different. This was the mind, for Christ’s sake. This is what we need, really, and I do mean really, and it’s important to prioritise it. Everyone prioritises. Everyone wants new jackets and new shoes and new cars and new houses and new caravans and new mountain cabins and new boats. But I don’t. I buy books and records because they say something about what life is about, what it is to be a human here on earth. Do you understand?
‘Yes, you’re probably right, in a way. But isn’t it terribly impractical to walk around with your soles coming off? And it doesn’t look very nice, either, does it.’
‘What do you want me to do? I haven’t got any money. I prioritised music on this occasion.”
― Karl Ove Knausgård, Min kamp 4