253 things insynchification likes Explore more popular stuff on Tumblr →

Curvy little road in #Mississippi (Taken with instagram)

… One of the shepherds bid us beware of the Inchanted ground.

G. Woolliscroft Rhead, from The pilgrim’s progress from this world to that which is to come, by John Bunyan, New York, 1898.

(Source: archive.org)

Booked accommodation for NYC today! Going to spend 11 days stuffing myself with American food. Can’t wait!

George Tooker, Bird Watchers, 1948.

It seemed clear in the morning, so I went out, but it started to rain and I retreated.  I felt out-of-sorts all day.  By 5 PM it had started to clear, so I walked to a local shrine and climbed all the stairs for the exercise.  On the way home, I stopped at a grocery store to buy wheatgrass for the cat and something to eat, although I was admittedly not hungry at all.  I was going to get sushi but a store employee was standing in the area talking rapidly, and I could not tell if it was the usual repetitive nonsense hawkers say to encourage you to spend or if he was actually crazy, so I finally fled.  I was tired of the narrow aisles and cranky old ladies.  On the way out, I nearly collided with a forty-something Japanese man wearing a fantastically strange mustard-yellow velvet blazer and an ascot. I recall the blazer particularly because I was also wearing a mustard-yellow scarf.  In fact, I was a horrid array of primary shades, red red hair, yellow scarf, blue shirt.

The next grocery store I went to was slightly less crowded, but standing near the tofu and eggs, I experienced a terrible sense of weltzschmerz or homesickness or unheimlich-ness.  I just wanted to put my basket down and flee.  Or push a giant shopping cart slowly down the gigantic aisles of an empty Wal-Mart whilst listening to 70s soft rock. 

Not too surprisingly, I ran into yellow-blazer again.  He was acting very strangely and kept walking in and out of the supermarket.  I didn’t feel like dealing with him, so I bought my pre-packaged sushi and bread and bananas and Mineola oranges and when I was finally out of the store I could fully vent my feelings of world-dismay all over my face.  I felt the beginnings of a migraine on the walk home, so I suppose that accounts for some of the angst.