life is measured in music

I don't know where I'm at

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art by c.p. silver

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princess diana wearing dior at the 1996 met gala

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Jan Toorop, Dunes and sea in Zoutelande, 1907

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Rapid City, South Dakota, 1978, Gianfranco Gorgoni

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Måns Swanberg, Cats

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“When I discover who I am, I’ll be free.”

— Invisible Man, Ralph Ellison (b. 1 March 1914)

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Rocks with Oak Tree - Vincent van Gogh, 

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“Appreciating les arts de la femme...” self portrait January 2021.

Wanted to highlight more hair and skin textures in this aesthetic.

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I have been thinking of the ways we tell people things. My father's hands shake, but he holds the phone up so I can watch the video from six feet away. My mother emails me the recipe of her beef stroganoff at 6 in the morning with the comment - woke up and didn't want to forget to do this! On the highway, we sing so loudly my voice grows hoarse; on the beach I sneak nice rocks into people's hands so they have something to hold, on the floor we all sit quietly in the same agreeable silence. We are all saying the same thing.

My friends say "Oh you know, keeping busy." This means they are having a hard time but making themselves survive it. I ask them to help me walk me dog; this is me telling them it's okay sometimes to just be present and talk about young adult fiction. When I cancel again because I can't get out of bed, she tells me she's on her way with cookies.

I point out the sunset. She shares her fork before I ask for it. He calls me at 1 AM just because I'm on the road alone, we talk about stupid shit. She waits for me to get indoors safely before driving away. He says - nah, forget it, I'm happy to do it for free.

People are saying it, you know? They say it often and loudly. Sometimes, you know - you just have to be listening.

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Moonrise, Beaumaris by Clarice Majoribanks Beckett (Australian, 1887–1935)