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nemfrog

The sky at night. Shaggycoat, the biography of a beaver. 1906. Cover detail.

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llleighsmith

“The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.”

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Walter Benjamin (via hqlines)

This is one of my favorite things written by Walter. And it’s one of the most misunderstood ones. In a letter to Brecht, he touches upon this again - and this is shortly before he kills himself when the Nazi presence reached Portbou, at the French–Spanish border (Bataille writes about this). He explains this statement in a simple way: Hope mystifies a person, place, object. Hope can be dangerous and often restricting if clung on to too desperately. And in love, we often cling on to hope before we even begin to know the person of our affection. The idea is to love them by knowing them - discovering them, understanding them - without hope. And the thing is simple: the antonymous reality of hope is not always despair. Sometimes - often - hope is despair itself. Despair taints, mars, hurts. The opposite of hope can be elucidating; it can be acceptance without abject powerlessness; it can be resolve without expectation. And for that, Walter would always point at beginning at one’s own heart. Fortifying it before going anywhere else.

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toddsolondz

STOP BEING HONEST STOP BARING YOUR HEART 2026 IS THE YEAR OF RIDDLES AND ELABORATE LIES

intactics

all visual images and narratives are "labyrinths" in the sense that they trap a meaning within them, even when that meaning is hostility to interpretation or deliberate meaninglessness. the process of perceiving (or failing to perceive) that meaning is the process of following Ariadne's thread into the labyrinth. and where there is a labyrinth, there is a Minotaur waiting. it may be a common error of interpretation, or the trap of functional fixedness, or it may be a specific concept you entered the labyrinth to hunt. but always the Minotaur awaits. and this post contains two of them.

proustiansleep

"It's like a hole in my life, an eight-year hole. That's what I find interesting in people's lives, the holes, the gaps, sometimes dramatic, but sometimes not dramatic at all. There are catalepsies, or a kind of sleepwalking through a number of years, in most lives. Maybe it's in these holes that movement takes place."

—Gilles Deleuze, On Philosophy

jb-blunk

in this terrifying world you continuously have the power to offer someone else a little relief . why would you withhold that. do you remember what a little relief feels like? it feels like a lot

soon I will be in brooklyn sitting on a bench near borough hall eating a bagel and hopefully my heart won’t hurt as much as it does right now. I hope it feels like waking up from a bad dream.