today i love this Listen/purchase: Menace In The Phantom by Cakedog
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today i love this Listen/purchase: Menace In The Phantom by Cakedog
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People are frightened of themselves. Itâs like Freud saying that the best thing is to have no sensation at all, as if weâre supposed to live painlessly and unconsciously in the world. I have a much different view. The ancients are right: the dear old human experience is a singular, difficult, shadowed, brilliant experience that does not resolve into being comfortable in the world. The valley of the shadow is part of that, and you are depriving yourself if you do not experience what humankind has experienced, including doubt and sorrow. We experience pain and difficulty as failure instead of saying, I will pass through this, everyone I have ever admired has passed through this, music has come out of this, literature has come out of it. We should think of our humanity as a privilege.
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How I loved each bare floor, each naked wall, the shadows on newly empty halls. By day, my head humming to itself of dreams, I cleaned and scrubbed to make life new; dislodging from the corner, the old moths and cicadas pinned to the screen, the carcasses of grasshoppers dangling from beams, and each windowsillâs clutter of dried beetles and dead bees. But, through each opening, each closing door, the old life returns on six legs, or spins a musty web as it roosts over a poison pot, or descends from above to drink blood in. This is how it happens: the settling inâthe press of wilderness returns to carved-out space, to skin
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