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Morocco (1930) dir. Josef von Sternberg
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Zanele Muholi
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delusion ? in my mind ??? likely place for it to be
I'm hoping so
Sometimes I sit and think of all the prayers that God has answered and it brings tears to my eyes. It’s so humbling. The gratitude you feel despite the fact that your life is turned upside down. You think nothing has changed but if you look back, everything is different.
It's the small wins I've made so much progress even though I'm exhausted
It makes me sad that there is a distinction between living and existing. That people have to place a “co” in front of a verb like working to highlight that it’s done with people. Living does not need to be qualified as time spent producing, time spent buying, time spent playing, or time spent planning. Living can simply mean time spent among. I find value in this. In the time spent among one another. Not just with, or next to, but among. To be among those who love us means to be among the all-ness of those who love us. To be among the dailiness of us. Our minor squabbles, our pettiness, our arguments and frustrations. It means to spend time. The kind of time, these days, that we are told is better spent producing or consuming. The kind of time, these days, that we are told is better spent alone. Maybe with. Maybe next to. Still alone.
— Devin Kelly, I Miss it All: Against the Commodification of Community, Longreads