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If your lover lives in Hong Kong and cannot get to Chicago, it will be necessary for you to go to Hong Kong. Perhaps you will spend your life there, and never see Chicago again. And you will, I assure you, as long as space and time divide you from anyone you love, discover a great deal about shipping routes, airlines, earthquake, famine, disease, and war. And you will always know what time it is in Hong Kong, for you love someone who lives there. And love will simply have no choice but to go into battle with space and time and, furthermore, to win.

James Baldwin, Nothing Personal

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Gundula Blumi - Fata Morgana

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Renaissance subway scene. Düsseldorf, Germany, 2020 | Noah Likes Photos (nbrelage)

Sometimes I feel at war with myself. I'm stuck to this chair but my mind is elsewhere. I watched Insidious last night and now I wish I was an astral jumper.

I think I've always felt that my brain and my body do not match. I thought it was body dismorphia but maybe my body and my brain want different things. My body has ruled for too long. I'm sick of feeling like I don't have the mental strength to get out of this chair. My movement is dependent on whether my mind can physically lift my body out of a chair. My mind feels so weak in this respect. I'm like a dog chewing at the fence, LETS GO LETS GET OUT OF HERE. Instead I am stuck.

What happens inside my brain when my body listens to my inner desires? What causes my body to respond to some thoughts and not others? Is it a problem of poor reasoning? Or do I have competing desires? I'm not sure what causes my body to stand up after 20 minutes of staring at nothing and go for a run. Why did my body respond to thought today and not yesterday? Or was my brain weaker yesterday? Is it because of depression, again?

I should really go to a therapist instead of posting into the void.

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Tony Buba Cite Specific video, 1:52 minutes

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Barbara and Michael Leisgen - Mimesis, 1972-1973

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The Dawn Patrol, Kevin Cooley

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Iguazu Falls, Argentina

by Pablo Begni

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titanic rising — weyes blood (2019)

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“Not all writing is cursed, but surely all of it is haunted. Literature is a catacomb of past readers, past writers, past books. Traces of those who are responsible for creation linger among the words on a page; Shakespeare can’t hear us, but we can still hear him (and don’t ghosts wander through those estate houses upon the moors unaware that they’ve died?). […] Of all of the forms of expression that humanity has worked with—painting, music, sculpture—literature is the eeriest. Poetry and fiction are both incantation and conjuration, the spinning of specters and the invoking of ghosts; it is very literally listening to somebody who isn’t there, and might not have been for a long while. All writing is occult, because it’s the creation of something from ether, and magic is simply a way of acknowledging that—a linguistic practice, an attitude, a critical method more than a body of spells. We should be disquieted by literature; we should be unnerved.”

— Ed Simon, from his essay “Who’s There?: Every Story Is a Ghost Story”, published in The Millions, August 18, 2021