We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
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Napkin Notes by Garth Callaghan
A 44-year-old father with terminal cancer writes 826 notes on napkins to pack with his daughter’s lunches for everyday she has class, through high school.
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“If you don’t drink warm blood and eat fresh meat, you are doomed to die on the tundra.”
"If there were no reindeer we would not exist.”
“As our ancestors live, so will we live; as our ancestors died, so will we die.”
“Better to see once than to hear many times.”
Gorgeous profiles of the world’s indigenous tribes in Jimmy Nelson's Before They Pass.