Reflecting Infinity: Yayoi Kusama’s Narcissus Garden, A Mirrored Paradise of 1966
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“What would happen if you did just shut a door and stop speaking? Hour after hour after hour of no words. Would you speak to yourself? Would words just stop being useful? Would you lose language altogether? Or would words mean more, would they start to mean in every direction, all somersault and assault, like a thuggery of fireworks? Would they proliferate, like untended plantlife? Would the inside of your head overgrow with every word that has ever come into it, every word that has ever silently taken seed or fallen dormant? Would your own silence make other things noisier? Would all the things you’d ever forgotten, all layered there inside you, come bouldering up and avalanche you?”
— Ali Smith, There But For The
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Cassie started bleeding a lot from her ear again early this morning, and she’s since stopped. But only after about an hour of cleaning her up, stopping the bleeding, and administering medicine etc.
Her procedure is on Thursday, but damn I am so ready for all this to be over. For both of our sakes.
At least she seems to be doing better now than she was this morning.
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