It is solved by walking. (via ifimable)
My mother forbad us to walk backwards. That is how the dead walk, she would say. Where did she get this idea? Perhaps from a bad translation. The dead, after all, do not walk backwards but they do walk behind us. They have no lungs and cannot call out but would love for us to turn around. They are victims of love, many of them.
The world reveals itself to those who travel on foot.
Werner Herzog (via riazm)
feh! How utterly pedestrian!
(actually, I agree with this beautiful sentiment)