thod and I have made it to Finland. Here are some more pictures of our trip so far. Included are Moscow, St. Petersberg, and a little bit of Finland and our Finnish cousins:
And I found the perfect hat, but it is not for purchase; it was Dostoevsky's:
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Label: finland, The Russian Mafia, travels
“…it’s hard to resist your own substance, you’d like to stop all this, give yourself time to think about it and listen without difficulty to your heartbeat, but it’s too late for that. This thing can never stop. This enormous steel box is on a collision course; we, inside it, are whirling madly with the machines and the Earth. All together, along with the thousands of little wheels and hammers that never strike at the same time, that make noises which shatter one another, some so violent that they release a kind of silence around them, which makes you feel a little better. You give into noise as you give in to war. As the machines you let yourself go with the two three ideas that are wobbling about at the top of your head. And that’s the end. From then on everything you look at, everything you touch is hard. And everything you still manage to remember more or less becomes as rigid as iron and loses its savor in your thoughts.” Celine, Journey to the End of the Night
“It’s not that I like the empire—I hate it—but there’s nothing I can do about it right now.” Luke Skywalker, Star Wars
4 comments:
What a tiny hat. Did Dostoyovski. have a tiny head? Love the photos. Dan, try smiling in a photograph!!! keep up the traveling...maybe you'll catche the Lenningrad Cowboys on tour!!!
i don't like smiling. sometimes I smile, but it's hard to do a good one on command.
ok....how about a peace sign then....what are you reading while on the road.....give us a quote of something absurd from somehting you read....
i have happy faces. i'll do a redux post sometime in the future, with more of them. i have plenty of free time at the moment. I read the following: The Black Book by Orham Pamuk, A few Greek Tragedies, Murphy by Beckett, Harry Potter 7 (English Bloomsbury Edition, of course), and now Finland Station by Edmund Wilson--a history of the idea of revolution. Maybe I read something else. I'll try to find a quote of some sort. Right now I'm trying to figure out a relatively affordable itinerary to see some more of Finland. I'm holed up in a cottage 45 minutes out of Helsinki.
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