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祝日 / Permanent Vacation

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Today's Document
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Kaledo Art

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“I’m always afraid others might talk about me. I’ve failed in everything. I didn’t dare think of being something; I didn’t even dream of thinking about being something, because even in my dreams - in my visionary state as a mere dreamer - I realized I was unfit for life. No feeling can lift my head from the pillow where I’ve let it sink in desperation, unable to deal with my body or even with the idea that I’m alive, or even with the abstract idea of life. I don’t speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life like a sick man who finally got up after being bedridden for months. Only in bed do I feel like part of normal life. It pleases me to get a fever, since it seems perfectly natural to my recumbent state. Like a flame in the wind I flutter and get dizzy. Only in the dead air of closed rooms do I breathe the normality of my life.”
— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet
Kaii Higashiyama (Japanese artist, 1908-1999), Green Sound, Vibrant Green Series, 1982. Colour on paper. Nagano Prefectural Shinano Art Museum, Higashiyama Kaii Gallery.
Atacama Desert
mood
So cute
Hannah Close in conversation with Andreas Weber (2022)
Happy birthday Paul McCartney
when I was a kid I wished I had nosebleeds. I had some friends who had them and I was like. that looks so fucking cool. you're just sitting there and suddenly you're covered in blood. it looks so dramatic. it looks so... and here my language failed me. at such a humble age I did not have the vocabulary to describe the sublime. I just sat in incomprehensible jealousy. I turned out totally normal by the way
-Anaïs Nin, 1939
I just know that "I speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart," line had Laurent marching to his bedroom doing the Regina George scream as he pulls out his Burn Book and starts vigorously adding to the already 20-page long section he had on Damianos of Akielos.
Angela Gurria: El Espejo (The Mir-ror), 1970's
It's all in the eyes