one of my favorite illustrators..
i love that text. short, emotional messages in irrational places.. like someone just had to make itself heard.
update: thanks to aurie i now know that the top text is by miranda july..
our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.
voltaire
i often hear people say (and think myself) that they deserve something. but the question is – why do we deserve things at all? and compared to who? is this word just a relic from religion – a reminder of the categories hell/heaven? or is it a disguised form of presumption?
any thoughts?
what we deserve in life is perhaps the same thing as what we expect of life?
and isn’t it kind of amazing to be alive at all, considering the odds?
waking up every day thinking: what do i want to do today? and then doing exactly that. as if you don’t have a care in the world.
pastel houses in prague by pixie buttercup
