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Simone de Beauvoir, from Diary of a Philosophy Student: Volume 1, 1926-27
Text ID: I observe how much I have matured since last year despite my belief that I was losing myself, how something strong was born from the painful experiences survived and from the numerous minutes that I believed were wasted.
An Interview with Richard Siken
I worried a lot. Will the garden grow, will the rivers flow in the right direction, will the earth turn as it was taught, and if not how shall I correct it? Was I right, was I wrong, will I be forgiven, can I do better? Will I ever be able to sing, even the sparrows can do it and I am, well, hopeless. Is my eyesight fading or am I just imagining it, am I going to get rheumatism, lockjaw, dementia? Finally I saw that worrying had come to nothing. And gave it up. And took my old body and went out into the morning, and sang.
Mary Oliver, “I worried”
2026
BE A STUDENT OF EVERYTHING SEEK DEEPER INTIMACY WITH ALL OF LIFE MAKE AN ARTEFACT GO SOMEWHERE NEW LEARN HOW TO SWIM CARRY A QUIET SPELL INSIDE YOU LIVE ON YOUR SENSES PARTICIPATE IN THE REAL WORLD BE THIRSTFUL
I THINK LOVE IS SOMETHING / THAT HAPPENS TO OTHER PEOPLE - Michael Gray Bulla
She found herself fantasizing about a life not only without fear but without ambition. She would read, and go to class, and live in an apartment with good light. She would feel curious instead of panicked when people mentioned artists she didn't know, authors she'd never read. She would have a stack of books by her bedside table. She would listen to Morning Becomes Eclectic. She would get the jokes, speak the language; she would become fluent in leisure.
Hell Bent - Leigh Bardugo
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
Sandra Cisneros, from "Tea Dance, Provincetown, 1982", Woman Without Shame
Hanif Abdurraqib, A Little Devil in America: Notes in Praise of Black Performance