
Origami Around

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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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@loveontheline
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
I have this strange feeling that I'm not myself anymore. It's hard to put into words, but I guess it's like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.
—Haruki Murakami
do not let your self-doubt stop you. speak up in meetings, introduce yourself to strangers, send emails out of nowhere, ask for people’s number, invite someone to a cup of coffee, apply to jobs you’re under-qualified for. push yourself, bit by bit and day by day. slowly, your limit will extend, and the possibilities available to you will grow with it. you deserve this. do not let your mind tell you otherwise.
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“ Youth is an intoxication without wine. […] ”
― W.N.P. Barbellion
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hey, kid, don’t lose the magic
okay but how do i make art anymore i forget how to unfold unpainfully
i think somewhere in growing up i had to cut back on something and i guess i chose emotions, huh i should be feeling this, huh hey kid, heartbreak is a good poem
okay but i don’t think i’m heartbroken; you need to, like, have a heart to feel it break (or tear? or whatever a muscle does when you pull a person out of it) i have walls for a reason, you know?
the problem is i think i put too many good things back behind all those bricks and then locked the door and said oh, cool, i left my keys in there, oops
hey kid, you don’t have to be sad to be an artist
okay but i’ve never not been sad so this whole not-sad not-happy thing isn’t a place i know how to start writing
i’m trying my best i just feel like my art is kinda dying.
i’ve been asking myself better questions about stuff i had forgotten. like why is the sky blue. why do i feel like i should walk into the ocean until i turn back into a fish. how come when i drop something i still flinch. is it true that one and one makes two. can you find your way even in the dark. is it okay. are you okay. are the stars out during the day. is that you in the moon. how many wolves are there in your closet. who cut your hair without remorse. can a fox be a person, can an eyelash stop a storm. who was it that showed you which direction is up, did they also let you down. can you unfold without creasing. when are you alive and when are you just sleeping.
oh R. I’ll always love ya.
Zuhair Murad Couture S/S 2007