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“The sociability of artists is a paradoxical and precarious thing, and ceases the instant they begin their actual artistic work.”

— R. G. Collingwood

One reason amid many for the wound when people flee from our lives is the spiritual recognition embodied by having been essentially sacrificed. What comes to the other in our absence is likely significant if not vital to them, and I couldn’t label a man condemned without witnessing myself there, but it is what it is. It’s esoteric as fuck. We may perceive ourselves on the platter at an empty feast, no longer sharing in a table, unable to see: still understanding the other, however distant, eats.

A thought presents itself that as it can, might well realise itself materially. Or, “I’ve had an idea.”

Today's writer might set alight the entire city in sacrifice to tomorrow's pen. Those great among us unconscionable.

#me #word

mr beast publishing company

outofeverythingthisnamewasleft

"Oil Well on Fire", is dated circa the 1920s.

#ultra #photography #world

Of the past we've matter but it doesn't, each piece by now so well scattered. A shattered whole teaches it's easier to rewrite anew a near enough story to source from ashes. The man's back again then gone in my psyche to reunite us finally only in the minds of others, for when I do move on, they'll utter I never did.

#me #word

YOU MADE ME DOUBT MY WHOLE EXISTENCE (approbation)

#Youtube

calebwittebane

you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for an amazing reason

#too

weltenwellen

Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet

return for me

#music #Youtube

I had one of the best days today to be had in a while. Today our head framer taught me how to use the mat cutter. I love this Gunnar CMC machine, she’s got personality. Somehow I made no glaring mistakes; I needed a day like this. Good things are coming and the great things about life that were already present are nested in my consciousness. I still feel fatally shy but when I learn new things, something innermost and important expands and my trust in people generally becomes less strangled by horrors pervasive and proverbial. Teaching is a sacred kind of thing, invaluable. Ever since first stepping foot in the workshop I've wanted to learn all there is about this business. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Dear god I need to relax

You cannot describe it, you cannot picture it, You cannot admire it, you cannot sense it. It is your true self, it has no where to hide. When the world is destroyed, it will not be destroyed.

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