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James Lloyd Cole
Being slow in life is fine. Taking longer to figure life out than others is not a bad thing. Lots of super successful people were late bloomers, who knows what amazing things you could accomplish once you heal more.
Love is the love of who we are, it is a form of knowing.
— Sharon Olds, from "Komodo," Balladz
Is it possible to live without a dream?
Before the availability of the tape recorder and during the 1950s, when vinyl was scarce, people in the Soviet Union began making records of banned Western music on discarded x-rays. With the help of a special device, banned bootlegged jazz and rock ‘n’ roll records were “pressed” on thick radiographs salvaged from hospital waste bins and then cut into discs of 23-25 centimeters in diameter. “They would cut the X-ray into a crude circle with manicure scissors and use a cigarette to burn a hole,” says author Anya von Bremzen. “You’d have Elvis on the lungs, Duke Ellington on Aunt Masha’s brain scan — forbidden Western music captured on the interiors of Soviet citizens.”
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OBJECT OCCULT
This summer, I’ve finally learned to a ride a bike, thanks to this guy. While this is just a bike, it’s also a vehicle that has opened my eyes to the smallest of wonders. 🚴🏼
I ride down these never before seen streets, all flourished in flowers and freshly cut grass, smile at passing strangers, and glimpse into the lives that I can only capture while pedaling at a steady heartbeat. Thanks to this bike, I get stopped by children, couples, and the elderly. I talk to construction workers and smile at girls that I wouldn’t have the guts to smile at otherwise. I’m impulsive, anxious, and at most times, closed in. When I’m riding this bike, it’s just me. I’m watching and breathing. And just like the wheels, I steadily move with the wind. ~ 🌻☁️🌿