“The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.”
The weather is finally starting to cool down. That means that I can start wearing my sweater vests again. Soon it will be cold enough to bring out my tweed blazer and live my Rupert Giles fantasy.
Let’s be honest, Giles is the definition of dark academia. He basically lives in a library and wears tweed suits every day. As a student, he used to be in a secret society where they went through a ritual to summon an ancient power that would give them a high but it ultimately ended with people dying.
This collection of Chopin’s nocturnes has been my study music since Highschool. I’m close to finishing grad school now and I am still in love with Brigitte Engerer’s performance.
(Yes, I called my headphones Nigel because something that spends so much time with me deserves a name)
“When evening comes, I return to my home, and I go to my study; and on the threshold I take off my everyday clothes, which are covered with mud and mire, and I put on regal and curial robes; and dressed in a more appropriate manner I enter into the ancient courts of ancient men and am welcomed by them kindly […]. and there I am not ashamed to speak to them, to ask them the reasons for their actions; and they, in their humanity, answer me; and for four hours I feel no boredom, I dismiss every affliction, I no longer fear poverty nor do I tremble at the though of death: I become completely part of them.”
— Letter from Niccolò Machiavelli to Francesco Vettori, 1513
I’ve been missing the short hair, but during these times I can’t have any of my friends over to cut it for me. The longer my hair grows, the straighter I look.
