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TWIN PEAKS 2.18 🥧
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Karin Hosono. 2025.
“Hybrid cactus dahlia Red Cross.” From grower to consumer : dahlias, gladioli 1924. Van Bourgondien Bros.
Internet Archive
“Milton’s division of universal space.” Chaos, chaos, chaos. Hell. Milton’s astronomy, the astronomy of Paradise lost. 1913.
“It’s strange how someone can become part of your internal world and then just… not exist in your external one anymore.”
Silver Linings Playbook dir. David O. Russell | 2012
This heart within me I can feel, and I judge that it exists. This world I can touch, and I likewise judge that it exists. There ends all my knowledge, and the rest is construction. For if I try to seize this self of which I feel sure, if I try to define and to summarize it, it is nothing but water slipping through my fingers. I can sketch one by one all the aspects it is able to assume, all those likewise that have been attributed to it, this upbringing, this origin, this ardor or these silences, this nobility or this vileness. But aspects cannot be added up. This very heart which is mine will forever remain indefinable to me. Between the certainty I have of my existence and the content I try to give to that assurance, the gap will never be filled. Forever I shall be a stranger to myself.
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
Paris, Texas (1984) Dir. Wim Wenders
سبحان الله !
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