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aestheticsfuture

thepowerwithin

I am not defined by my mistakes.

I am not shackled by my past.

I am not trapped by my failures.

Instead, I am free. Unbound.

I do not worry,

And I move onwards.

-n.a

mournfulroses

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993

thirdity

“I wanted a metamorphosis, a change to fish, to leviathan, to destroyer. I wanted the earth to open up, to swallow everything in one engulfing yawn. I wanted to see the city buried fathoms deep in the bosom of the sea. I wanted to sit in a cave and read by candlelight. I wanted that eye extinguished so that I might have a chance to know my own body, my own desires. I wanted to be alone for a thousand years in order to reflect on what I had seen and heard ― and in order to forget. I wanted something of the earth which was not of man’s doing, something absolutely divorced from the human of which I was surfeited. I wanted something purely terrestrial and absolutely divested of idea. I wanted to feel the blood running back into my veins, even at the cost of annihilation.”

— Henry Miller, Tropic of Capricorn