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Body
I teach you every day to write poetry Which is the drip of ink from a bloody nose
You feel unwatched in LA, which is nice, but then that becomes not nice all of a sudden. You feel unlooked-after. Even the relentless sun. It feels like even God isn’t looking after you. I’m not actually religious, but he’s not even putting the protection of clouds above your head. You start feeling really exposed.
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To come to grief through hamartia is, then, to fall through some sort of mistake in action that is causally intelligible, not simply fortuitous, done in some sense by oneself; and yet not the outgrowth of a settled defective disposition of character.
Martha Craven Nussbaum
The fragility of goodness: luck and ethics in Greek tragedy and philosophy
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From the Knees of my Nose to the Belly of my Toes — Alex Chinneck
A haiku from the article: Dunes and Drama on a Drive Through Oman
Pure Dopeness!