Tuesday, 27 March 2018


Be what you would seem to be - or, if you'd like it put more simply - never imagine yourself not to be otherwise than what it might appear to others that what you were or might have been was not otherwise than what you had been would have appeared to them to be otherwise (Lewis Carroll)



“Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?"
"That depends a good deal on where you want to get to."
"I don't much care where –"
"Then it doesn't matter which way you go.” 


- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland
Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast (Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland).



Sunday, 25 March 2018

Even in our deepest, most lasting friendships, we never speak as openly as when we face a blank page and address a reader we do not know (Michel Houellebecq, Soumission).






Since I met you, I've felt abandoned without your nearness; your nearness is all I ever dream of, the only thing (Franz KafkaThe Castle).


Saturday, 24 March 2018

Transient meaningful encounters



The moving train compartment, and in it we are. We make our way in this world that is not that predisposed for comfort and relaxation. We assist each other in making a fascinating red line on the contour map between our birth and death. This opportunity to meet once, to unite and create something new: stirring stories, haunting memories, objects of collective creativity, good deeds, provoking thoughts, whispers, fragrances, touches, hugs. We help each other to be, improve, better comprehend our life experience and just feel deeper... We are each other's kindling companions and our lives pass in pieces - segments of stages, while alternating jobs, places, relationships, continents, realities. We do not part, we just pass by, leaving a part of ourselves in the souls of others. Our final essence will always be elusive to us,  for the simple reason of our inquisitiveness. As soon as we tell ourselves "that's what I understood", at this very moment we will be asking ourselves a new question. Looking for a new inspiration. We look into each other's eyes and accept each other without words and also do not accept each other without words, as they happen to be superfluous. The doors of the compartment are opening again and we move on, next to each other. Though not by our design, we actually like it as this.

© Elin Vidoff
Not having anything around to read is dangerous: you have to content yourself with life itself, and that can lead you to take risks ( Michel Houellebecq).



Tuesday, 20 March 2018

Monday, 19 March 2018

Each of us is several, is man, is a profusion of selves. So that the self who disdains his surroundings is not the same as the self who suffers or takes joy in them. In the colony of our being there are many species of people who think and feel in different ways (Pascal Mercier, Night train to Lisbon).


Sunday, 18 March 2018

Monday, 12 March 2018



“He had walked on the beach and wished for icy winds to sweep away everything that sounded like mere linguistic habit, a malicious kind of habit that prevented thinking by producing the illusion that it had already taken place and found its conclusion in the hollow words.” 


― Pascal MercierNight Train to Lisbon

Tuesday, 6 March 2018


"Our consciousness contains all these roles and more, the hero and the lover, the hermit, the dictator, the wise woman and the fool" (Jack Kornfield).

Sunday, 4 March 2018




Love is transformative in that way. Like small gods, it can bring out the prophet in you. You find yourself selling dreams of spectacular hereafters, possible only if you believe, if you really, really believe.

Saturday, 3 March 2018

Cold weather dreams


Thursday, 1 March 2018