2010 paris, the dream by pierre wayser
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2010 paris, the dream by pierre wayser
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“For many years, I have been moved by the blue at the far edge of what can be seen, that color of horizons, of remote mountain ranges, of anything far away. The color of that distance is the color of an emotion, the color of solitude and of desire, the color of there seen from here, the color of where you are not. And the color of where you can never go. For the blue is not in the place those miles away at the horizon, but in the atmospheric distance between you and the mountains. “Longing,” says the poet Robert Hass, “because desire is full of endless distances.” Blue is the color of longing for the distances you never arrive in, for the blue world.”
— Rebecca Solnit, A Field Guide to Getting Lost
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it feels like we're all simmering. someone turn us over. someone stir us.
bro said he was beleaguered i was like well look what has beset you
robert wun | fall 2026
the mistake (or illusion?) of regarding the phenomenal “self”—
bruiseshipping leviticus au WRITE THAT DOWN!!
When summer evenings feel like this gif it’s beautiful and it’s worth it
Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H.
I WANT YOUR SEX (2026) dir. Gregg Araki
Does anyone care if the boulder is happy does anyone imagine the boulder to be happy? Or is everything about that other guy
Too often, I don’t tell people (people I love) I am sad. I don’t think that’s something they would want to hear. Because they love me. Because I don’t want them to feel like the currency of their tenderness isn’t enough when it has been & will be again, but, well, if I’m being completely honest, today is hard. Today I miss people. Dead & alive. Far & near. I miss them all. & I think I’m boring you & well, that doesn’t feel too great.
Hieu Minh Nguyen, "Notes on Staying" from Not Here