I learn everything the hard way
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I learn everything the hard way
Lots of drama in our household
An abandoned cottage in Småland, Sweden.
The Shape of the Southern Crab
Credits: NASA, ESA, STScI
Moonwalk III 16x20 oil Another version of an idea that is intriguing to me, to be alone under a moon that seems to be an animated presence, aware of those beneath it.
Isn’t it kind of fun how when your life sucks you just can’t talk about it with anyone
I’m serious though. When your life reaches a degree of suckage, you find yourself having to look elsewhere for anything at all to talk about. The things going on in your life are trauma dumping. Your past is probably also trauma dumping. So you have to get really weird about specific things or hope that others want to talk to you, because very quickly people are going to develop an aversion to you and the way your life sucks. Unless you just don’t talk about it
It’s socially isolating, which is dangerous—when you’re in this sort of situation, community is the difference between life and death, housing and homelessness.
I think the collective prioritization of comfort first is hurting people in a real and material sense
the memory hurts but does me no harm
Franz Wright, The New Jerusalem
Apple zine! With a little poem I wrote
For sale: baby shoes, worn a couple of times but we're still just as affected by tragedy as the people who had a stillbirth