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Dear mom, when you opened the door it was me who ran away xxxxxx-o Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold, dir. Griffin Dunne
fiber will be the protein of the 2030s
came to me in a vision
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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Monday
this is literally how it feels
I dreamt of reading my childhood best friend’s journal, I dreamt of fire and being able to sit in it without repercussions, I dreamt that I was at a funeral and each time I looked in the casket it was a different body. I woke up and kept my eyes closed while I isolated each noise I was hearing. Water running, dog barking, two ravens on my balcony, someone laughing in the hallway. It’s June 1st and I feel like I want to begin again. I wrote down this morning “where has my love and talent for languages gone?”. So I wrote good morning in the 11 languages I could think of.
yeah man
Chrysanthemum at Shinjuku Gyoen Park, Tokyo, 2005
Hiroshima, Japan
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