[dollymyfolly-deactivated2026032]

If you see Dostoevsky, tell him that I love him.

Leo Tolstoy in a letter to Strakhov, September 26, 1880

[idiosugkrasias]

[adahg]

Walden. Diaries Notes and Sketches (Jonas Mekas, 1969)

[deliredetoucher]

[adahg]

Zbignie Warpechowski, Drawing in The Corner, 1971

[contemporaindufutur]

[adahg]

Harry Callahan, 1984

[istmos]

[adahg]

Song of Avignon (1998) dir. Jonas Mekas

[mpdrolet]

[adahg]

Marcel Duchamp, 1953

[kaldendhatsenpa]

[vjeranski]

[adahg]

Laurent Millet, Translucent Mould of Me

[acehotel]

[adahg]

“Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.” — Diane Arbus

[fuckingfreud]

[adahg]

Reminiscences of a Journey to Lithuania (1971–72) dir. Jonas Mekas.

[thusspokefriedrichnietzsche]

The wasteland grows.

Nietzsche

[novr-deactivated20190712]

[adahg]

I seem to have misplaced myself between the might-have-beens and happenings.

[nadine-i-deactivated20140907]

[adahg]

We are two abysses - a well staring at the sky.

Pessoa

[semioticapocalypse]

[adahg]

Anton Stankowski, Photo Eye, 1972

[adahg]

The presence of another person derails my thoughts; I dream of the other’s presence with a strange absent-mindedness that no amount of my analytical scrutiny can define.

Pessoa