By the time we got to this last push, everyone was leaving. Due to incoming rain and the possibility of lightning, the park ranger had urged us to turn around. Caley had no interest in turning around, nor did I. As we reached the top of Half Dome, everyone had fled and we sat alone on top of one of the most famous rocks in the world.
"The word “art” is something the West has never understood. Art is supposed to be a part of a community. Like, scholars are supposed to be a part of a community… Art is to decorate people’s houses, their skin, their clothes, to make them expand their minds, and it’s supposed to be right in the community, where they can have it when they want it… It’s supposed to be as essential as a grocery store… that’s the only way art can function naturally."
Are you seeing this tiny shirt right now? (at MSRADS)
"I could hear my heart beating. I could hear every one’s heart. I could hear the human noise we sat there making. Not one of us moved. Not even when the room went dark."
— "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love" by Raymond Carver (via trustthisdialect
I really enjoy quotes. Especially ones by C. S. Lewis. They make the world go round.