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my requirements for sleeping at night: is the pillow cool enough? are my legs positioned so they don't put too much weight on each other? are my arms tucked in nicely and not at odd angles? will they go numb at some point during the night? can I stop thinking about the day's events? is enough of my body out from under the blanket that I won't overheat? are my toes safely tucked in to hide them from monsters?

my requirements for sleeping in the morning: is the surface vaguely horizontal and not made entirely out of hornets

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“Life is so short, so fragile, so mystifying. After all, how many people do we actually love in the course of a lifetime? Just a few, a tiny few. When most of them are gone, the map of your inner world changes.”

—Paul Auster, born on this day in 1947, The Art of Fiction No. 178, interviewed by Michael Wood in “The Paris Review” no. 167 (Fall 2003)

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Lina Romay in L’eventreur de Notre-Dameinsta-Jess Franco (1975)

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Sept. 6th 1920, a horse-drawn wagon filled w/100lbs of dynamite exploded on Wall Street, in front of J.P. Morgan bank. Reputed to be done by anarchists, it killed 38 & injured hundreds more. The 1st use of a car bomb in history. Remnants of the damage are still visible. Research for “On Violence.”

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More stills from GIRLY (1970) 

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Got this junk mail delivered to my house over the weekend. Did some research - Jeffrey Dahmer lived in my neighborhood for a while. He didn’t live in my house, but all it takes is one little typo and AT&T U-verse is sending you Jeffrey Dahmer’s junk mail.

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who else has the ability to feel panic in their flesh

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#ha! #but also yes

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To Die For (Dir. Gus Van Sant, 1995)

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fun depression things nobody ever talks about:

your perception of time gets all fucked up. did you shower today morning or was that yesterday? how did you feel last week? have you been depressed for a year or two years?

nobody fucking knows. time is a mystery