…We would look out over the immense sea, full of white-flecked and green reflections, the two of us leaning side by side on the railing, each of us far away, flying in his own aircraft to the stratospheric regions of his own dreams. There we understood that our vocation, our true vocation, was to move for eternity along the roads and seas of the world. Always curious, looking into everything that came before our eyes, sniffing out each corner but only ever faintly - not setting down roots in any land or staying long enough to see the substratum of things; the outer limits would suffice. Ernesto Che Guevara, The Motorcycle Diaries
Saturday, 15 May 2010
Wednesday, 12 May 2010
EXT. Charles River, Establishing Shot - Morning. The morning sun reflects brilliantly off the river.
Sean: Little things I do out of habit. People call these things imperfections Will. It's just who we are. And we get to choose who we're going to let into our weird little worlds. You're not perfect. And let me save you the suspense, this girl you met isn't either. The question is, whether or not you're perfect for each other. You can know everything in the world, but the only way you're finding that one out is by giving it a shot.
Sunday, 9 May 2010
We’d often go to the movies. We’d shiver as the screen lit up. But more often, we’d be disappointed. The images flickered. It saddened us. It wasn’t the film we had dreamed, the film we all carried in our hearts, the film we wanted to make… and secretly wanted to live.
Wednesday, 5 May 2010
We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.
Arthur William Edgar O'Shaughnessy