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âBefore we go any further here, has it ever occurred to any of you that all this is simply one grand misunderstanding? Since youâre not here to learn anything, but to be taught so you can pass these tests, knowledge has to be organized so it can be taught, and it has to be reduced to information so it can be organized do you follow that? In other words this leads you to assume that organization is an inherent property of knowledge itself, and that disorder and chaos are simply irrelevant forces that threaten it from outside. In fact itâs exactly the opposite. Order is simply a thin, perilous condition we try to impose on the basic reality of chaosâŚâ - William Gaddis, J R
When I was younger, I was always fascinated by how people living through major events throughout history were always so focused on their day to day lives. When I read diaries and primary sources, people would be talking about huge events with worldwide significance but they would just be...living their lives. Like COME ON a world war is happening and your main area of focus is how the rationing sucks and how you want to go to dances and stuff after All This Is Over?
But I get it now.
Now I understand.
SARAH RUSSELL
good bones by maggie smith saturday . give it up for good bones by maggie smith saturday
I think one of the goals of society should be that someone who requires expensive medicine and a lot of care can live an amazing life, the longest life they possibly can, with dignity, even if they have no friends or family or anyone who cares enough about them to help. the goals of a society should be to make life better than if we are alone, society should want life to be as good as possible for as many people as possible, and those goals should account for people not having social support networks.
social life aside, the most hated or ignored person in town should be able to live as good and fair and just of a life as the most loved person in town. survival needs to stop being a popularity contest.
in almost every other children's book where the main heroine is swept away to a land of whimsy she's shown having a lovely time; braving dangers occasionally, trying to find her way home, sure, but ultimately delighting in the magic around her. meanwhile alice spends her entire time in wonderland like
look, hereâs the thing: alice in wonderlandâs enduring fucking charm is that it perfectly captures the vibe of being a very tired and annoyed child who is nonetheless required to play along with adult nonsense.
alice is dragged from place to place without warning, forced to play stupid games with no good prizes, grilled over her schooling and manners and recitation and dress, scolded, judged, insulted to her face, sent away, given gifts she didnât ask for and doesnât like, corrected incorrectly, been subject to shifting and arbitrary rules, and then when she gets snappish with all this bullshit everyone acts like a little girlâs temper is the end of the fucking world.
alice in wonderland isnât a drug trip or a nightmare or a metaphor, thatâs just what being ten years old is LIKE. thatâs why kids love it so much. even if they canât quite articulate how, they recognize themselves in it.
100% accurate. adding to which her body is constantly going through massive changes she did not expect to happen and every time they do she has to totally reorient herself in the place she is in and no one seems to think this is at all strange or traumatizing
I wish I could tell people how much I want to die without feeling like I have to prove it after
Allister Ann
â Virginia Woolf, from a Letter to Violet Dickinson written c. January 1909
[TEXT ID: "I appreciate your concern. None of this is your fault. It's me. It's me and my head. / In winter, I collapse." END ID]
Addiction is a progressive narrowing of the things that bring you pleasure. A good life is a progressive expansion of the things that bring you pleasure. Btw
there is no unlived life or alternative reality where everything went rightâŚ. there is only here and now what are you going to do with it
anne carson wrote beautifully about this: âiâm not saying move back towards life, iâm saying the future isnât elsewhere. weâre locked in a spaceship, h of h, we have nothing but continuing.â
i spend my days waiting. waiting for the water to boil and my tea to be ready. for spring to come back. for more daylight. the oil in the pan to heat up. a âhey i miss youâ or âcan you help me out for a second?â or âyou want to hang out?â text. for my phone to finish charging. for good news. flowers on the table. the next hug. âhey, you got the job!â. waiting for the sun. to set. to rise. to see both. for summer to be around the corner. a good song. a falling star. a text back. i spend my time waiting to be remembered. i spend my time repeating that tomorrow will be better. tomorrow will be better. i spend my days waiting and waiting and waiting. i spend my days waiting unbearably.
Inspired by a Tumblr post I canât find :-/
[tearing at my hair] no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted no love however brief is wasted
All my love came from me and that remains all my love came from me and that remains all my love came from me and that remains