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“The desert of cities is equal to the desert of sand—the jungle of signs is equal to that of the forests—the vertigo of simulacra is equal to that of nature—only the vertiginous seduction of a dying system remains, in which work buries work, in which value buries value—leaving a virgin, sacred space without pathways, continuous as Bataille wished it, where only the wind lifts the sand, where only the wind watches over the sand.”

— Jean Baudrillard, Simulacra and Simulation

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Percy Bysshe Shelley, by Amelia Robertson Hill

Bronze, 1882

taken by me at the Tate Britain, London 2018

for @theetonatheist

#shelley

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“To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.”

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Ocean Vuong, On Earth we’re briefly gorgeous

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I used to think communication was the key until I realized comprehension is. You can communicate all you want with someone but if they don’t understand you, its silent chaos.

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“The sea has many voices, many gods and many voices.”

— T.S. Eliot, The Four Quartets

#t.s. eliot

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“But don’t lose heart, dear ones—don’t lose heart. Don’t let it make you bitter. Try to understand. Try to understand. The world’s already bitter enough, we got to try to be better than the world.”

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James Baldwin, from Another Country (Dial Press, 1962)

#James Baldwin

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“Revelation. Illumination. (From within.)”

— Marina Tsvetaeva, from Art in the Light of Conscience: Eight Essays on Poetry; ‘Downpour of Light’ (via sempiterial)

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Anaïs Nin, The Early Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1920–1923

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