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matchbook haul
花景色-K.W.C.
Aya Takano working on "Apple Cycle/Cosmic Seed"
Wolfgang Tillmans, from Chemistry Squares, 1992
Carol Christian Poell S/S04 “Mainstream / Downstream”
roni horn - still water (the river thames, for example) 1999
happiness
Pondering.
O children Lift up your voice, lift up your voice Children Rejoice, rejoice
— Mahmoud Darwish, Another Road in the Road
― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge
[text id : “To be loved means to be consumed. To love means to radiate with inexhaustible light. To be loved is to pass away, to love is to endure.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, The Notebooks of Malte Laurids Brigge]
The Metamorphosis of Birds (A Metamorfose dos Pássaros), dir. Catarina Vasconcelos (2020)
Emily J Moore: Hands
a handful of softer things
My dad has a massive vegetable garden and it is his life. Whenever I ask how things are going, he tells me about the garden. Periodically he will text me a picture of the things he's harvested and ask when I'm coming to pick them up. And for a while, the biggest bit of garden gossip has been his nemesis, the gopher. This gopher was consistently ruining his day by pilfering the best of everything just before my dad could harvest it. Anytime I talked to him, all he had to tell me about was "that damned gopher." He dreamt about killing the gopher, his truest enemy. He tried to train the dog to hunt the gopher, but the dog is a pacifist. He led some of the barn cats to the holes, but the barn cats have unionized and refused his offered rate. He then laid no-kill traps (can't risk having poison near the crops) with eventual gophercide in mind, but then suddenly he was faced with a cute and terrified animal and didn't have the heart. He released it. "He was so scared, he'll never come back." The gopher was back the next day, with a vengeance. That was some weeks ago. Today, my dad sent me pictures of his garden, and I saw a squash gently laid by the gopher's hole, like a package left on the doorstep. I said "Dad, what's that squash doing there by the gopher hole?" He said "Oh, he likes squash best." In an effort to appease the gopher, my father now gives him a little squash everyday, like leaving an offering for a garden spirit. This apparently works well as a compromise; the gopher has stopped stealing, content to have his meals delivered to his door.
- November 2, 1911
- The diaries of Franz Kafka, 1910-1913
[ID: November 2. This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart. End ID]