Kyle Thomas Hemingway: The ephemera edit

“I think there’s a real thirst for younger generations to have those kinds of spaces. I think as younger generations maybe look to gay restaurants or gay cafes as possible meeting places, I think that’s also going to bring up interest in the past when those kinds of places were everywhere, at least in gay neighborhoods and also in small towns and medium sized cities as well.”

“The thing about grief is it makes people very uncomfortable. In part because it reminds them of mortality.”

“The habits of our lives makes us presume that things will happen in a certain foreseeable way, that there will be a vague coherence in the world.”

“Of course his dust would be absorbed in other living things and to that degree at least he would exist again, though it was plain enough that the specific combination which was he would never exist again.”

“The quality that we call beauty, however, must always grow from the realities of life, and our ancestors, forced to live in dark rooms, presently came to discover beauty in shadows, ultimately to guide shadows towards beauty’s ends.”

“The path of the people is a backward path that goes forward, in a time that comes from the future and will end in the past, because the time of our countrymen more than path is time, and more than time is path.”

“Anything you do every day—that’s your life.”

“One of the most confounding things about nostalgia is not just its transformation from disease to emotion, but also its slow conversion from something associated with place, to a feeling connected to time.”

“But what you are left with is a premonition of the way your life will fade behind you, like a book you have read too quickly, leaving a dwindling trail of images and emotions, until all you can remember is a name.”

“Limbo is at the apex of visual sophistication: an extra-dimensional loft done out in luxury-plain Jil Sander grey. Empty and placid, with not even a reproduction Eames chair to interrupt the anodyne tastefulness. No mess, no colour, no life. No hint of recidivist ornament – Adolf Loos would have loved limbo. In Harold Pinter’s words, a ‘No man’s land, which never moves, which never changes, which never grows older, which remains forever icy and silent.’”