the unexamined life is not worth living
age 17 on a blanket with daphne, then finding it on the inside of a DRUM tobacco wrapper. really.
the examined life is not living
the time in your life when thinking or being told any thing immediately sends you into a tailspin imagining its inverse, converse, or opposite.
when you draw attention to the moments by doing something so small, so still, it almost seems obvious. that is brilliant.