Germinate.

Life is one big circle of thanks and intertextuality:

From Lisa Ray, who found it in an obscure book in Goa:

"I began to see how my fascination with the drama of my emotional life and my too great faith in the powers of my intellect had withered my spirit. You have become imprisoned in the knowledge you acquired. Now you must let it go for another knowledge to come in."

Narc. What words. Truth drips from them, sucked and almost dry.

From Shekhar Kapoor, born of his own mind and mouth:
"I think I was around 24 [years old] when I realized I had wanted to give up something in life. And what I had to give up was to be in a structured career because then I was following predetermined path set by other people's ideas and insecurities. And I wanted to discover for myself what life was about. To me life was much more about experiencing and building."

Finally acknowledging the yearning glowing in the pit of my stomach, only fuelled by sitting next to a row of extremely The yearning for hearing something familiar and grounding, anchor-force that might root me to something. Give me a history, a history of resistance, a history of knowledge.

How is it nostalgia if there's nothing to reminisce about? How do you move forward with nothing to look back upon? That's the best kind of moving forward.

In other news...I'm trying hard not to feel anything but cool, reasonable and educated disgust on the Israeli attack on a flotilla delivering goods to Gaza but somehow vindication at the consequences "commandos" and the three-year blockade of Gaza must face is setting in. Back to the books before it gains life.