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I will cast a spell to make you have a good day

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La planète sauvage (Fantastic Planet) 1973 directed by René Laloux

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Lot’s Wife

by Anna Akhmatova

The righteous man followed God’s luminous angels And hurried after them over the hill. But his wife heard an anxious voice that whispered: “It isn’t too late, not yet; you can still Look back at the towers of the town you came from, At the street where you sang and the room where you spun, At the empty windows of the house you cared for And the bed where all your children were born.” And of course she looked back. She felt a quick pang And then everything ended. Her eyes closed And her body dissolved into bitter crystals. Her small feet stopped and grew into the ground. No one seems to have mourned this woman; She was only a minor event in the book. But my heart holds fast to her memory: A woman who gave up her life for a look.

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remember when you could say stuff like “the earth is round” or “nazis are bad” and be absolutely certain everyone who heard you would agree

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Euripides, from “Orestes”, An Oresteia (trans. Anne Carson)

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It’s almost as if nobody wants to admit that they might not be prepared to do the work it takes to love somebody. And it can be laborious. To be intimate with someone who is flawed (which is the standard) requires us to expose our own flaws. We don’t talk about the heavy responsibility of that. We don’t talk about how we’re too lazy or too cowardly sometimes. We instead accuse love of being elusive. It isn’t. It is omnipresent. It asks us to be better people. And sometimes we flat out refuse.