keep walking. do your own time. —Neil Gaiman

    

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All we have to believe with is our senses: the tools we use to perceive the world, our sight, our touch, our memory. If they lie to us, then nothing can be trusted.

And even if we do not believe, then still we cannot travel in any other way than the road our senses show us; and we must walk that road to the end.

—Neil Gaiman
American Gods

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Empty your memory and listen to the fire around you. 

Don’t forget your memory, let it exist somewhere precious in all the colors that it needs, but somewhere else  . . .


—Leonard Cohen
Beautiful Losers

 

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Your footsteps follow not what is outside the eyes,

but what is within, buried, erased. 

—Italo Calvino

Invisible Cities

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