A shred of magic

There’s something about the wee hours of the morning/night that make you feel like anything is possible. You know for sure that peace and quiet are definitely possible, but the fact that inspiration can strike while the rest of the world is sleeping also keeps you on the edge of your seat. Granted, there may be other contributing factors to your antsiness–that unfinished pset, an excess amount of coffee or T. Swift’s latest chart-topper reminding you that “it’s gonna be forever, or it’s gonna go down in flames” (if we’re referring to the pset, then we hope that it’s neither of those).

One of my friends and I were talking about this recently–the fact that these late night hours are undeniably some of our most unique, uninterrupted bits of the day (even if they make you careen into self-loathing at about 3pm the following afternoon when it’s time for a nap). But still, it’s my shred of magic.

The Life Captures

Quotables of the Week

And last but not least, a few of the more quotable things that I’ve come across this week. One in particular was passed on by a friend and exists on the Farnam Street Blog. You can find it here.

One of my favorites from the piece:

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.

Anatole Broyard on our perception of illness:

If only the patient could be allowed to see his illness as not so much a failure of his body as a natural consumption of it…if the patient could feel that he has earned his illness, that his sickness represents the decadence that follows a great flowering, he might look upon the ruin of his body as tourists look upon the ruins of antiquity.”

And, last but not least, the timeless:

Truly I have looked into the very heart of darkness, and refused to yield to its paralyzing influence, but in spirit I am one of those who walk the morning.

-Helen Keller

And as the sun rises over the Charles after a late night, all of us will do the same and walk the morning.

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