Motherload

This. This is happiness to me.

‘Since when had he been waiting? Since he had made himself free for waiting by losing the desire for particular things, including the desire for the end of things. Waiting begins when there is nothing more to wait for, not even the end of waiting. Waiting is unaware of and destroys that which it awaits. Waiting awaits nothing.’ BLANCHOT, M., L’attente l’oubli , Paris, Gallimard, 1962,  trans by John Gregg as Awaiting Oblivion , pp. 24-5,  University of Nebraska Press, 1997.