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AffandiÂ
Bunga (Flower), 1978Â
Oil on canvas
Princess Mononoke (1997)
Mary Pratt
Pear and Pomegranate
I would not survive a vibe check right now
Masahiro Tabuki, from JCA Annual 3 (1980)
The Moon sets behind the temple of Poseidon at SounioÂ
Architectural Pottery pieces, photo  from their catalog, 1961
The ex-apartment of Luca Guadagnino, in the town of Crema, Northern Italy.
âEmpathy isnât just listening, itâs asking the questions whose answers need to be listened to. Empathy requires inquiry as much as imagination. Empathy requires knowing you know nothing. Empathy means acknowledging a horizon of context that extends perpetually beyond what you can see.â
â Leslie Jamison, The Empathy Exams: Essays
Eddy Leroy Jr
âIn American college they taught me to use itâs complicated, as a sign of intelligence, anchored against the allure of look. To turn away from the crater of limbs and say both sides both both both both until it becomes a whisper, until no one remembers what you were talking about to begin with.â
â Zaina Alsous, âApologies to All the People in Yemen,â published in Glass: A Journal of Poetry
âHow strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldnât they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?â
â Don DeLillo, White Noise
Senegal, 1966 by John Scofield
Fashion and Surrealism opening at The Fashion Institute of Technology(1987), photo by Seiji Kakizaki for High Fashion Magazine February 1988
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Happy to share new music by us :) Julliet screams: A womanâs place is in the revolution. Your place is by her side