The moment I lie down, it is as if the chamber of secrets in my brain gets an invitation to open up – darkness, doom, death, destruction, decay –worries and what if’s weigh me down. I walk down the staircase of negative possibilities unable to stop myself. If you don’t remember the last time you […]
The moment I lie down, it is as if the chamber of secrets in my brain gets an invitation to…
The hand is my feeler with which I reach through isolation and darkness and seize every pleasure, every activity that my fingers encounter. With the dropping of a little word from another’s hand into mine, a slight flutter of the fingers, began the intelligence, the joy, the fullness of my life. – Helen Keller, “A […]
The hand is my feeler with which I reach through isolation and darkness and seize every pleasure, every activity that…
Arnold Guttman was thirteen years old when his father drowned in the Danube River. From that time the heartbroken Arnold swore to himself that one day he would become a good swimmer. Five years later, while still a student of architecture in Hungary, he accomplished much more: he won two gold medals in the inaugural […]
Arnold Guttman was thirteen years old when his father drowned in the Danube River. From that time the heartbroken Arnold…
