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Stream of consciousness memories of a life lived with wonder

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Lady D had taste

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Somber

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“Thinking, meditating, imagining are not anomalous acts — they are the normal respiration of the intelligence. To glorify the occasional exercise of that function, to treasure beyond price ancient and foreign thoughts, to recall with incredulous awe what some doctor universalis thought, is to confess our own languor, or our own barbarie. Every man should be capable of all ideas, and I believe that in the future he shall be.”

— Jorge Luis Borges, “Pierre Menard, Author of the Quixote”

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Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (January 20, 1959) Virginia Woolf’s cat Sappho, from the Monk’s House photograph album (1947)

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take me for a ride

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angel I love u

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on mornings

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come play house w me

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Pathways

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pathways

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Ahh.. intruder

what are you doing here?

You see.. this right here is my archive

It’s supposed to be quiet in here

This is my cave decorated with the things

that move me

Make my heart light up

in the sense that

I’m alive

So.. for the people that do seem to stumble on this blog, welcome to my archive of things that move me. In the end it does not matter who reads along. This is my archive after all.

For a long time I have roamed the shadows of the internet and real life much alike anyway. I retreat into this space of solitude, aesthetic and poetic bliss because that’s just what I do.

So here is where you find me.

In this wildly personal and perhaps insane time capsule of my consciousness

I find myself interested in the (meta)physical world.

Where the senses are heightened

Through sound

Smell

Sight

Taste

Touch

And the consciousness

Always remember the consciousness

Welcome

Be a darling

C

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gloomy beach day in my hometown

(2nd of may, 2026)

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“We have nothing but our freedom. We have nothing to give you but your own freedom. We have no law but the single principle of mutual aid between individuals. We have no government but the single principle of free association. We have no states, no nations, no presidents, no premiers, no chiefs, no generals, no bosses, no bankers, no landlords, no wages, no charity, no police, no soldiers, no wars. Nor do we have much else. We are sharers, not owners. We are not prosperous. None of us is rich. None of us is powerful. If it is Anarres you want, if it is the future you seek, then I tell you that you must come to it with empty hands. You must come to it alone, and naked, as the child comes into the world, into his future, without any past, without any property, wholly dependent on other people for his life. You cannot take what you have not given, and you must give yourself. You cannot buy the Revolution. You cannot make the Revolution. You can only be the Revolution. It is in your spirit, or it is nowhere.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin, The Dispossessed

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learning to take your life seriously - ask polly

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Anaïs Nin cannot be the only bohemian nymphomaniac erotica writer with daddy issues on the block like I’m literally right here