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"Anyone who has ever tried to recount a dream to someone else is in a position to measure the immense gap, the qualitative incommensurability, between the vivid memory of the dream and the dull, impoverished words which are all we can find to convey it: yet this incommensurability, between the particular and the universal, between the vecu and language itself, is one in which we dwell all our lives, and it is from it that all works of literature and culture necessarily emerge."

Fredric Jameson, Imaginary and Symbolic in Lacan

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it really does only take one basket of laundry you procrastinate putting away before your whole life turns to shit huh

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being this young is art. i’m only 17, i don’t know anything. we were just kids, babe. 25 years old, how were you to know? you said you were gonna grow up, then you were gonna come find me. don’t call me “kid”, don’t call me “baby”. i knew everything when i was young. i never grow up, it’s getting so old. when you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need. i have this thing where i get older but just never wiser. you’re so much older and wiser and i wait by the door like i’m just a kid. like a child when our eyes meet, darling i fancy you. afterwards she only ate kids cereal. i’m pissed off you let me give you all that youth for free.