The Archive
The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock, T.S. Eliot.
[...] I should have been a pair of ragged claws
Scuttling across the floors of silent seas. And the afternoon, the evening, sleeps so peacefully!
Smoothed by long fingers,
Asleep ... tired ... or it malingers,
Stretched on the floor, here beside you and me.
Should I, after tea and cakes and ices,
Have the strength to force the moment to its crisis?
But though I have wept and fasted, wept and prayed,
Though I have seen my head (grown slightly bald) brought in upon a platter,
I am no prophet — and here’s no great matter;
I have seen the moment of my greatness flicker,
And I have seen the eternal Footman hold my coat, and snicker,
And in short, I was afraid. [...]
May 6th, 2024
Exploring River of The Source Orinonoco, Remedios Varo.
May 6th, 2024
Collected "artifacts," photos, works I enjoy, et cetera, sometimes accompanied by my thoughts. Also, in some ways, a journal or an on-going autobiography. Given that I aspire to become an archivist, think of this page as a trial—if certainly less professional.
Finished Wuthering Heights today.
May 7th, 2024
Edward Teller's business card.
I bought this off eBay some time ago. Sometimes, I carry it in my ID case; not because I envision a scenario where I would show it to anybody, but just for the thought of it being there.
May 6th, 2024