i'm restless and hungry. i keep leaving the house, thinking i'm going to go find something. hang on let me rephrase my question, hang on let me think about it
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i'm restless and hungry. i keep leaving the house, thinking i'm going to go find something. hang on let me rephrase my question, hang on let me think about it
you click on one advertisement for a custom gravestone and all of a sudden everyone's a gravestone salesman
my left foot says "glory." my right foot says "amen." my left elbow says "fuck you." my heart says "thanks, thanks, thanks,"
every once in a while you see something brand new
anyways i just moved across the country and back in with my parents at 34 years old hi hello how are we doing
reminders from Anne Enright
Nocturnal Forest Floor Still Life with a Thistle, Butterflies, Mushrooms and a Frog, 1671, Otto Marseus van Schriek, called Snuffelaer
Rene Lalique 1900 ‘kiss’ pendant. Ivory, enamel, gold and diamonds.
“There are two ways to escape suffering. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.”
— Italo Calvino, Invisible Cities (via wholesomeobsessive)
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what resembles the grave but isn't
Always falling into a hole, then saying “ok, this is not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of the hole which is not the grave, falling into a hole again, saying “ok, this is also not your grave, get out of this hole,” getting out of that hole, falling into another one; sometimes falling into a hole within a hole, or many holes within holes, getting out of them one after the other, then falling again, saying “this is not your grave, get out of the hole”; sometimes being pushed, saying “you can not push me into this hole, it is not my grave,” and getting out defiantly, then falling into a hole again without any pushing; sometimes falling into a set of holes whose structures are predictable, ideological, and long dug, often falling into this set of structural and impersonal holes; sometimes falling into holes with other people, with other people, saying “this is not our mass grave, get out of this hole,” all together getting out of the hole together, hands and legs and arms and human ladders of each other to get out of the hole that is not the mass grave but that will only be gotten out of together; sometimes the willful-falling into a hole which is not the grave because it is easier than not falling into a hole really, but then once in it, realizing it is not the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently contemplating the final hole while trying to avoid the provisional ones; sometimes dutifully falling and getting out, with perfect fortitude, saying “look at the skill and spirit with which I rise from that which resembles the grave but isn’t!“
Snoqualmie Falls, Washington; 2008
Uncredited 1980 cover art to A Wind in the Door, by Madeleine L'Engle
alleycat gives unsolicited advice
a chassidic tale- a young boy woke up every morning hours before he needed to be awake just to go into the woods before school. when he got home, his mother would ask him what he was doing awake so early again. he told her “i go into the woods to talk to Gd”, to which she replied “you don’t need to go to the woods for that. you know Gd is the same everywhere, right?” and the little boy said “i know. but i’m not.”
O be near me