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Always judging and being judged.
I’d long felt these mountains and lakes
calling, and wouldn’t have thought twice,
but my family and friends couldn’t bear
talk of living apart. Then one lucky day
a strange feeling came over me and I left,
walking-stick in hand, for my west farm.
No one was going home: on outland roads
farm and farm lay in abandoned ruins,
but our thatch hut’s already good as ever,
and our new fields look old and settled.
When valley winds turn bitter and cold
our spring wine eases hunger and work,
and though it isn’t strong….
it’s better than nothing for worry.
As months and years circle on away here,
the bustling world’s ways grown distant,
plowing and weaving provide all we use.
Who needs anything more? Away — away
into this hundred-year life and beyond,
my story and I vanish together like this.
——
T’ao Ch’ien (365-427)
Translated by David Hinton
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For over 13 years (and girlfriend and children), architect Mickey Muennig lived in the tiny Greenhouse—his 1976 take on the then-popular dome and his celestial artistic response. From the deck of the outdoor bath, you can see up the coast.
Inside the one-room house, the reclaimed-redwood platform bed hangs on slender steel rods fastened to the ceiling. The ceiling cap is a vent—the house’s thermostat.
(via littlemisswonderlust)
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