Super fucked up that I can’t be a master-level expert in knitting AND woodworking AND silversmithing AND embroidery AND soap making AND spinning AND -
“Who would ever want to be immortal? Can you imagine the loneliness, knowing that there’s no one else like you, cursed to outlive -” shut up!! Some of us have shit to do and aren’t cowards!!
why, for example, does the smell of incense set people up mystically, and does gray amber ignite passions? why does the aroma of violets wake up memories of dead love, musk fogs the brain, and champak returns the imagination? I want to have a greenhouse where I can study the effect of various odorous roots and herbs, fragrant flowers at the time of maturation of their pollen, fragrant balsams, rare varieties of fragrant tree, nard, which relaxes, hovenia, the smell of which can be insane, aloe,which is said to heal the soul from melancholy
having a little cottage, where you can grow vegetables and herbs, selling them on the local market, every morning walking barefoot and collecting flowers, listening to the singing of birds and having picnics with neighbors every Sunday
take all of my closest friends to the old calm house, where we can be closer to nature, wearing in vintage clothing, spend our free time discussing philosophical thoughts and books, drink a lot of tea and just relaxing from noisy world
