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I Really Can’t Remember Your Face

Posted on by Bill Chance

“It occurs to me that I really can’t remember your face in any precise detail. Only the way you walked away through the tables in the café, your figure, your dress, that I still see.”

― Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Huffhines Park, Richardson, Texas

I know I’ve done this (many) times before – but I am always amused in the winter by how the snow piles up on the little plastic nubs on the children’s climbing wall in the Park at the end of my block… and they look sorta like white hair on top of little faces. Makes it almost worth the bitter cold.

That Accidental and Unrepeatable Combination of Features

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“The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen”
― Milan Kundera, Immortality

Mural, Radiator Alley, Deep Ellum Dallas, Texas

Always Silent and Alone

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“In his face there came to be a brooding peace that is seen most often in the faces of the very sorrowful or the very wise. But still he wandered through the streets of the town, always silent and alone.”
― Carson McCullers, The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter

Mural (detail), Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

Fallen Sparks

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“It’s been a prevalent notion. Fallen sparks. Fragments of vessels broken at the Creation. And someday, somehow, before the end, a gathering back to home. A messenger from the Kingdom, arriving at the last moment. But I tell you there is no such message, no such home — only the millions of last moments . . . nothing more. Our history is an aggregate of last moments.”
― Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow

 

Fabrication Yard, Dallas, Texas

For the first time in over a month I was able to lay down for fifteen minutes a-and still breathe through my nose. So, well… there’s that.

Face and Tower

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“This tower, patched unevenly with black ivy, arose like a mutilated finger from among the fists of knuckled masonry and pointed blasphemously at heaven. At night the owls made of it an echoing throat; by day it stood voiceless and cast its long shadow.”
― Mervyn Peake, Titus Groan

Ellis County Courthouse, Waxahachie, Texas

That Accidental and Unrepeatable Combination of Features

Posted on by Bill Chance

“The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen”
― Milan Kundera, Immortality

Column Capital, Ellis County Courthouse, Waxahachie, Texas

The Unfathomable Mystery

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“The man who comes back through the Door in the Wall will never be quite the same as the man who went out. He will be wiser but less sure, happier but less self-satisfied, humbler in acknowledging his ignorance yet better equipped to understand the relationship of words to things, of systematic reasoning to the unfathomable mystery which it tries, forever vainly, to comprehend”
― Aldous Huxley, The Doors of Perception

Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

Faces of Deep Ellum – Bob Crawford

Posted on by Bill Chance

“God creates out of nothing. Wonderful you say. Yes, to be sure, but he does what is still more wonderful: he makes saints out of sinners.”
― Søren Kierkegaard, The Journals of Kierkegaard

Bob Crawford, in Easy Slider restaurant, Deep Ellum, Dallas, Texas

We ran into Bob Crawford, arguably the most famous man in East Dallas while getting a bite in Easy Slider in Deep Ellum. It was good to see him back.

Accidental And Unrepeatable Combination of Features

Posted on by Bill Chance

“The serial number of a human specimen is the face, that accidental and unrepeatable combination of features. It reflects neither character nor soul, nor what we call the self. The face is only the serial number of a specimen”
― Milan Kundera, Immortality

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Behold the Reality Beneath

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“I have seen a face with a thousand countenances, and a face that was but a single countenance as if held in a mould.

I have seen a face whose sheen I could look through to the ugliness beneath, and a face whose sheen I had to lift to see how beautiful it was.

I have seen an old face much lined with nothing, and a smooth face in which all things were graven.

I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath.”
― Kahlil Gibran, The Madman

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