June 2013
ambedo n. a kind of melancholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life
“I ought to have made a note on Nessa & the aeroplane – last Friday – no Friday week – at Croydon. We took them there at 7 … We stood on the top of the roof; saw the aeroplane whirl, till the propellors were lost to sight – simply evaporated: then the aeroplane takes a slow run, circles & rises. This is death I said, feeling how the human contact was completely severed. Up they went with a sublime air & disappeared like a person dying, the soul going. And we remained.”
—Virginia Woolf - Diary, IV, 12 November 1933 (via vwvw)
