"Every atom in your body came from a star that exploded. And, the atoms in your left hand probably came from a different star than your right hand. It really is the most poetic thing I know about physics: You are all stardust. You couldn’t be here if stars hadn’t exploded, because the elements - the carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, iron, all the things that matter for evolution and for life - weren’t created at the beginning of time. They were created in the nuclear furnaces of stars, and the only way for them to get into your body is if those stars were kind enough to explode. The stars died so that you could be here today." 

- Lawrence M. Krauss

Memorable Week(end) Quotes and Vistas.

"I want to bring back shit photography." 
"If anyone could bring it back you could."

"I can't tell the difference between a hipster and a normal person."

"Trust in the decisions you have made."

"Can you take a book to a trance festival?" 

I keep leaving cake in people's fridges wherever I go.

I try to make every meal more salad than anything else in order to maintain my monstrously dull personality.

"We the American working population
Hate the fact that eight hours a day
Is wasted on chasing the dream of someone that isn't us
And we may not hate our jobs,
But we hate jobs in general
That don't have to do with fighting our own causes.
We the American working population
Hate the nine to five day-in/day-out
But we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pastimes
That we have harbored based solely on the fact
That it makes us smile if it sounds dope."

I took an anorexic to an all you can eat buffet once.

Creatives are so full of it.

Memorable Weekend Quotes.

"Hickley there was an earthquake right? 

  That night you slept in my bed."

"Your expression, it's a mixture of terror and awe. 

  I recognise it. I see it in dance halls all the time."

"Your whole life has been a fib! A dirty little fib!"

Decisions have been made.

        I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.  

        One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out. 

        I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.

- Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

Circa 1978.