"people in real life: hey man how's it going" is a killer phrase. instantly neutralizes whatever insane discourse you find online. gonna start using that from now on
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Crotone (2) (3) by Michele Palombi
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I wanted to wake up and find that I was five years old and my parents and neighbors would say, “My, my, what an imagination.” I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need…
— David Wojnarowicz
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'Sunset, West Twenty - Third Street'. John Sloan. 1905-1906.
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“What words can we use to speak of pain, in what language can we ask to be forgiven ?”
— Bejan Matur, from “Growing up in two dreams”, translated from Turkish by Jen Hadfield
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Faeq Hassan - Street scene (1968)
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they should make it easier
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I've got about a dozen hooks in my heart. I'm following the lines back to where they go.
The Starlight on Idaho from The Largesse of the Sea Maiden: Stories by Denis Johnson
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I don’t really get depressed anymore I just get quietly distraught about my situation and don’t talk about it to anyone because I know the only thing that will fix it is for me to take action. It’s cool. It feels better.
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being on medication is so weird. my body isn’t feeling what my mind is feeling. and I am confused about what I should be feeling??
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(Image 'Leicester Square at Night', Monet)
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Leicester Square At Night :: Monet
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Doctor, you say there are no haloes
around the streetlights in Paris
and what I see is an aberration
caused by old age, an affliction.
I tell you it has taken me all my life
to arrive at the vision of gas lamps as angels,
to soften and blur and finally banish
the edges you regret I don't see,
to learn that the line I called the horizon
does not exist and sky and water,
so long apart, are the same state of being.
Fifty-four years before I could see
Rouen cathedral is built
of parallel shafts of sun,
and now you want to restore
my youthful errors: fixed
notions of top and bottom,
the illusion of three-dimensional space,
wisteria separate
from the bridge it covers...
I will not return to a universe
of objects that don't know each other,
as if islands were not the lost children
of one great continent....
Doctor,
if only you could see
how heaven pulls earth into its arms
and how infinitely the heart expands
to claim this world, blue vapor without end.
~ Lisel Mueller, 'Monet Refuses the Operation'
[thanks Ian Sanders]
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