nothingest moments.

quotes realized by Jenni Mallinen.
Beer bottle label for “Five Gold Rings” - a beer brewed by Hands Over Feet (Emma, Brian, and Chris) in Boston!

Beer bottle label for “Five Gold Rings” - a beer brewed by Hands Over Feet (Emma, Brian, and Chris) in Boston!

Integrity & Copyright for Experimental Type Class

Integrity & Copyright for Experimental Type Class

"The Man on the Stairs" short story from
No One Belongs Here More Than You
stories by Miranda July

"The Man on the Stairs" short story from

No One Belongs Here More Than You

stories by Miranda July

For those days when coffee just isn’t enough…

For those days when coffee just isn’t enough…

Truth.

Truth.

Jotain muuta.
"Something else."

Jotain muuta.

"Something else."

"We’ve all traded lovers and woke up alone.
And we clapped for the king though our fingers were cold.
And I still have a prayer, because I love what I cannot control.”
- Rabbit Will Run by Iron & Wine

"We’ve all traded lovers and woke up alone.

And we clapped for the king though our fingers were cold.

And I still have a prayer, because I love what I cannot control.”

- Rabbit Will Run by Iron & Wine

Einstein’s Dreams
by Alan Lightman
“Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.  A world without memory is a world of the present… Some have stopped reading altogether.  They have abandoned the past.  They have decided that it matters not if yesterday they were rich or poor, educated or ignorant, proud or humble, in love or empty-hearted – no more than it matters how a soft wind gets into their hair.  Such people look you directly in the eye and grip your hand firmly.  Such people walk with the limber stride of their youth.  Such people have learned to live in a world without memory.” (63-64)

Einstein’s Dreams

by Alan Lightman

“Without memory, each night is the first night, each morning is the first morning, each kiss and touch are the first.  A world without memory is a world of the present… Some have stopped reading altogether.  They have abandoned the past.  They have decided that it matters not if yesterday they were rich or poor, educated or ignorant, proud or humble, in love or empty-hearted – no more than it matters how a soft wind gets into their hair.  Such people look you directly in the eye and grip your hand firmly.  Such people walk with the limber stride of their youth.  Such people have learned to live in a world without memory.” (63-64)