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@kissaubleu
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[F]or all I know I didn't think anything at all, for all I know nothing passed before my eyes, no reflection, no memory, maybe my hands gripped the scarf out of a purely reflexive resistance to dying. They say we can never leave language behind; they say language is the essence of being human and that it conditions everything; they say you can't go outside it, for language has no exterior; they say we don't think first and then organize our thoughts into language later on, for language is what allows us to think; they say it is a condition, a necessary condition, of reason and human life—but if language is the essence of being human, then for those fifty seconds when he was killing me I don't know what I was.
Édouard Louis, History of Violence
Feast for days
It was curious to feel jealous of someone I had never met, married and living hundreds of miles from us; but mine is an abnormally jealous nature. I remember how, many years ago, I had a love affair with a Polish boy who had survived the concentration camps. In the camps he had been befriended by an older man, who had later become his lover; the older man had died in the gas-ovens, the boy had precariously survived. In the boy's room there had been a faded snapshot of the dead man, in a cheap passe-partout frame beside the bed, and often, after we had made our savage, sterile kind of love, I would find myself staring at that smudged face in a sudden access of loathing.
Francis King, A Domestic Animal
Fetish magazines from an ominous island.
Comet and Calyptra for @decaying-sunflower :))
@kissaubleu and I have together begun to devise a theory of Better Normal. Better Normal is a conscious effort to eliminate any and all pressure to be normal, as well as to foster an empathetic perspective on normal by dissecting the behaviors of those who defend or would like to assimilate into normalcy. Better Normal is a vision for our future; we must strive to believe "normal" itself can stop being a skeleton's curse that transmogrifies you into a cube. This will benefit not only Better Normal theorists but also self-identified normal people.
Your own Better Normal is waiting for you, if you can dream of building it.
A fake man interacting with real objects
Got to work on a heart so big it killed with @seven-meds
A world without Tittens (2010-2025).
They still do this, in the Age of Information
“crack the pelvis so she lies right. this is a mistake. when she dies you cannot repeat the act. the bones will not grow together again and the personality will not come back. she is going to sink deep into the moss to get white and lighter. she is unresponsive to begging and self-absorbed.” jenny holzer / arnhem 2017
Kathe Kollwitz, Raped, 1907.
One day, Jenny Holzer saw a picture. It showed a woman with her legs spread, lying in a forest after being raped and murdered. The drawing, by the unflinching German artist Käthe Kollwitz, provoked Holzer to write some text in the voice of an imagined adviser to the attacker. “Crack the pelvis so she lies right. This is a mistake. When she dies you cannot repeat the act. The bones will not grow together again and the personality will not come back.” [x]
Failure to thrive
Marta María Pérez Bravo, Recuerdo de nuestro bebé, 1987–88.
Leeches will sometimes attach themselves to you if you spend a long time in the water or the swamp.
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