by Factotum
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"Happiness is a matter of one's most ordinary everyday mode of consciousness being busy and lively and unconcerned with self. To be damned is for one's ordinary everyday mode of consciousness to be unremitting agonising preoccupation with self."
Iris Murdoch, The Nice and The Good
What sort of diary should I like mine to be? Something loose-knit and yet not slovenly, so elastic that it will embrace anything, solemn, slight or beautiful, that comes into my mind. I should like it to resemble some deep old desk or capacious hold-all, in which one flings a mass of odds and ends without looking them through. I should like to come back, after a year or two, and find that the collection had sorted itself and refined itself and coalesced, as such deposits so mysteriously do, into a mould, transparent enough to reflect the light of our life, and yet steady, tranquil compounds with the aloofness of a work of art. The main requisite, I think, on reading my old volumes, is not to play the part of a censor, but to write as the mood comes or of anything whatever; since I was curious to find how I went for things put in haphazard, and found the significance to lie where I never saw it at the time.
V. Woolf
" She strung the afternoon on the necklace of memorable days, which was not too long for her to be able to recall this one or that one; this view, that city; to finger it, to feel it, to savour, sighing, the quality that made it unique."
Virginia Woolf, Moments of Being
"Why did I write any of my books, after all? For the sake of the pleasure, for the sake of the difficulty. I have no social purpose, no moral message; I've no general ideas to exploit, I just like composing riddles with elegant solutions."
Vladamir Nabokov
,#subway,#villa maria
swamprose says:
I loved this series when you took them. they still look good to me now.
OJ says:
I especially like the top one. Does the Montreal Metro still look like this or has it been spruced up?
factotum says:
These photos were taken in March, when everything in Montreal looks grimy and grey. The top shot looks through multiple layers of dirty graffittied glass windows of a bus shelter outside the metro station, then through the rear and front windows of the metro station itself. Add in all the reflections and it gets muddy fast. I like this sort of photo where the camera records what you just look through and don't see as you go about your day to day life. The Montreal Metro is quite new, it's very clean and safe inside, and the architecture is different in each station, with many attempts at public art such as stained glass, mosaics et cetera. I've just picked details that interested me in perhaps a perverse way.
