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forest of desire
‘I took my grief down to the river to drown it there but it was the grief that carried me and it won’t be bringing me home.’
“I don’t know why the memories grow while I shrink. I don’t remember what I wanted to say. I don’t want to say what I remember.”
— Dunya Mikhail, from ‘Buzz’, The War Works Hard, trans. Elizabeth Winslow (New Directions, 2005)
i guess. journal entry
“She was once a dryad belonging to a beautiful tree.“ From Homespun Stories by Clara Denton, 1924.
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hello queen! do you have any advice on how to be kinder?
i would say… first start by acknowledging the fact that you have a huge capacity for meanness and cruelty bc everyone does. and it’s not helpful to imagine yourself as a beacon of kindness bc it undermines the fact that you inevitably will hurt people because that’s how life goes. i think a lot of people value kindness but they don’t put in the work to be nicer or more careful or more attentive and they only focus on the idea because they like the idea and they value kindness as a trait but they don’t make any changes in themself. but kindness starts by acknowledging that you haven’t always been kind and you’ll be unkind again but the point is to put more attention and care into your everyday interactions and work on being more vulnerable and delicate with people. being kind isn’t a constant state or a trait even but a conscious act and a choice you make in every interaction and relationship and so you just have to pay attention to people and be gentle with them but also honest and sincere. because kindness always starts with being genuine. but i’m not an expert but i’d like to be kinder always
Me: “Welcome! May I offer you a free mask?”
Visitor: [looks around incredulously] “But why? There’s no one else here.”
Me: “...well...there’s me?”
Visitor: [laughs] “You don’t have anything to worry about.”
Every day I’ll hear large groups pause outside the door, read the “masks recommended” sign, debate whether or not to put them on, and then say, “Oh, well, there’s no one here, just an employee. We don’t need them.”
Cool! Come inside and find out how good I am at spin kicks!
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It’s ok to miss who you were before that thing happened, before you started to feel this way, back when you felt you were a better version of yourself. It’s ok to miss how you were.
But that person isn’t gone, ghosties. You might be struggling now, and that heckin’ sucks, but all is not lost. You are still that person in there. Sending you all the strength and loves x
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As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty, dir. Jonas Mekas, 2000.
“However much we are affected by the things of the world, however deeply they may stir and stimulate us, they become human for us only when we can discuss them with our fellows. Whatever cannot become the object of discourse ─ the truly sublime, the truly horrible or the uncanny ─ may find human voice through which to sound into the world, but it is not exactly human. We humanize what is going on in the world and in ourselves only by speaking of it, and in the course of speaking of it we learn to be human.”
— Hannah Arendt, Men in Dark Times