Place marked with an impulse, found to be held within the fold (ii-iv).
… the impasse is a stretch of time in which one moves around with a sense that the world is at once intensely present and enigmatic, such that the activity of living demands both a wandering absorptive awareness and a hypervigilance that collects material that might help to clarify things, maintain one’s sea legs, and coordinate the standard melodramatic crises with those processes that have not yet found their genre of event.
Lauren Berlant, Cruel Optimism.
a return to what is noblest, which means most natural, in us. – Popova
Nature remains; to bring out from their torpid recesses, the affinities of a man or woman with the open air, the trees, fields, the changes of seasons — the sun by day and the stars of heaven by night. – Walt Whitman
nature calls to something very deep in us. – Oliver Sacks
Brain Pickings
