The front wall of a nearby house was ripped off by an explosion, but a display cabinet in one of the rooms sat pristine – with television and a wedding photo in pride of place and untouched stacks of china tea cups and plates, as if the owner had just popped out.
An effective description from Emma Graham-Harrison’s article on the state of Kobani.
(Quote taken from today’s Observer. Read the full article here : http://www.theguardian.com/world/2015/jan/31/kobani-kurdish-forces-retake-isis-destroyed-power-sanitation-bombs-residents-hopes)
The Iliad. By Homer. A first edition. Just a totally normal thoughtful gift from one classics geek to another. A pristine hardcover that looks like those Jane Austen Penguin Classics they sell at Urban Outfitters. “It must have cost a fortune!” Claire coos. My friends and I screamed in delight.
This is HILARIOUS.
I subscribe to the newsletter from the wonderful website Brain Pickings, and get gems such as this delivered to my inbox once a week…
We’re only here for a short while. And I think it’s such a lucky accident, having been born, that we’re almost obliged to pay attention. In some ways, this is getting far afield. I mean, we are – as far as we know – the only part of the universe that’s self-conscious. We could even be the universe’s form of consciousness. We might have come along so that the universe could look at itself. I don’t know that, but we’re made of the same stuff that stars are made of, or that floats around in space. But we’re combined in such a way that we can describe what it’s like to be alive, to be witnesses. Most of our experience is that of being a witness. We see and hear and smell other things. I think being alive is responding.
(From the Pulitzer Prize winning poet, Mark Strand).