I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door - or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
Rabindranath Tagore (at University of Auckland Clock Tower)

I have become my own version of an optimist. If I can’t make it through one door, I’ll go through another door - or I’ll make a door. Something terrific will come no matter how dark the present.
Rabindranath Tagore (at University of Auckland Clock Tower)

And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that’s a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (at University of Auckland Clock Tower)

And if you can find any way out of our culture, then that’s a trap too. Just wanting to get out of the trap reinforces the trap.
Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (at University of Auckland Clock Tower)

All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away; all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life and his relations with his kind — Karl Marx, the Communist Manifesto (at Musium Fatahilah Kota Tua)

All fixed, fast-frozen relations, with their train of ancient and venerable prejudices and opinions, are swept away; all new-formed ones become antiquated before they can ossify. All that is solid melts into air, all that is holy is profaned, and man is at last compelled to face with sober senses his real conditions of life and his relations with his kind — Karl Marx, the Communist Manifesto (at Musium Fatahilah Kota Tua)

Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you’ll see the world
If I’m not mistaken…

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure…

Face your life
Its pain, 
Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.
Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (at Auckland Art Gallery)

Sleep my little baby-oh
Sleep until you waken
When you wake you’ll see the world
If I’m not mistaken…

Kiss a lover
Dance a measure,
Find your name
And buried treasure…

Face your life
Its pain,
Its pleasure,
Leave no path untaken.
Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book (at Auckland Art Gallery)

Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (at University of Auckland Quad)

Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (at University of Auckland Quad)

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (at Event Cinemas Queen Street)

I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says “Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.
Lewis Carroll, Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass (at Event Cinemas Queen Street)

To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the anxiety that attacks us when we try to say something true about the world. This is the consoling function of narrative — the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time.
Umberto Eco, Six Walks in the Fictional Woods (at Silo Park)

To read fiction means to play a game by which we give sense to the immensity of things that happened, are happening, or will happen in the actual world. By reading narrative, we escape the anxiety that attacks us when we try to say something true about the world. This is the consoling function of narrative — the reason people tell stories, and have told stories from the beginning of time.
Umberto Eco, Six Walks in the Fictional Woods (at Silo Park)

Meal Steal. Steal Meal. (at McDonald’s Britomart)

Meal Steal. Steal Meal. (at McDonald’s Britomart)

…talking Marilyn  (at Karangahape Road)

…talking Marilyn (at Karangahape Road)

"Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!…Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you…" (Gaston Leroux, the Phantom of the Opera) (at St Heliers Bay)

"Know that it is a corpse who loves you and adores you and will never, never leave you!…Look, I am not laughing now, crying, crying for you…" (Gaston Leroux, the Phantom of the Opera) (at St Heliers Bay)

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