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‘The sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light in the darkness of mere being‘

Carl Jung 

Forget yourself. Become one with eternity. Become part of your environment.

Yayoi Kusama

‘Once out in the desert, under the stars, when I turned into the earth turning on its axis. Sometimes thinking, just thinking things through. But always alone. By myself.’

Ursula K. LeGuin

‘And I grew braver in the dark, which became somehow more intimate, less lonely.’

Ocean Vuong

‘Horses in my dreams
like waves, like the sea
They pull out of here
they pull, they are free

I rode a horse around the world
along the tracks of a train
broke the record, found the gold
set myself free again

I have pulled myself clear

Horses in my dreams
like waves, like the sea
On the tracks of a train
set myself free again

I have pulled myself clear’

PJ Harvey

Octavia E. Butler's notes

Entries in Octavia E. Butler's journal

  • Dream it. Ursula K. LeGuin did.

  • Do it. Octavia E. Butler did.

  • Explore it. PJ Harvey did.

  • Decolonize it. Octavia E. Butler did.

  • Wonder it.

  • Believe it. James Baldwin did.

  • Become Infinite. Yayoi did.

‘When I take you to the Valley, you’ll see the blue hills on the left and the blue hills on the right, the rainbow and the vineyards under the rainbow late in the rainy season, and maybe you’ll say, “There it is, that’s it!” But I’ll say. “A little farther.” We’ll go on, I hope, and you’ll see the roofs of the little towns and the hillsides yellow with wild oats, a buzzard soaring and a woman singing by the shadows of a creek in the dry season, and maybe you’ll say, “Let’s stop here, this is it!” But I’ll say, “A little farther yet.” We’ll go on, and you’ll hear the quail calling on the mountain by the springs of the river, and looking back you’ll see the river running downward through the wild hills behind, below, and you’ll say, “Isn’t that the Valley?” And all I will be able to say is “Drink this water of the spring, rest here awhile, we have a long way yet to go and I can’t go without you.’

Ursula K. LeGuin, Always Coming Home