All of us have in our veins the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea — whether it is to sail or to watch it — we are going back from whence we came.
John F. Kennedy, 1962
A photograph is neither taken nor seized by force. It offers itself up. It is the photo that takes you. One must not take photos.
Via From me to you.
Check out this love letter found by mistake in a library book. It appears it’s almost 100 years old.
I just love the way the boy (presumably) used all these pictograms to encode his message.
Look at how he drew a well, dessert, meat, a ship… It’s so cute!
Here is the decoded text:
My Dearest Fanny,
I am writing these few lines to tell you that I cannot live any longer without you. I worship you always. I think you are a beauty and the nicest girl I ever saw and I adore you. Oh exquisite Fanny, do not despise me for loving you so well. I shall be broken-hearted if you desert me. Can you meet me on Monday night, when I will take you to the Star Music Hall. I hate that Bill Robinson, who is hanging after you and I intend to horsewhip him when I see him. I shall be delighted to hear from you at once. Do not let my suit be fruitless. Reply by next post to
Via Letters of Note.
And finally, please, please watch this video.
Via The Naked Redhead.
Have a fun weekend!