modern tragedy

the slow erosion of our lives is the tragedy of modern times

[lispectorisms-deactivated202301]

Vladimir Nabokov, from an interview for “BBC-2 (1969)”, Strong Opinions (1973)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I wanted to tear myself free from that past. It had sucked me back in a vortex I could no longer support.

Meena Alexander, from “Fault Lines,” originally published c. 1993

[artist-manray]

Observatory Time: The Lovers, 1936, Man Ray

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

Edgar Allan Poe, from a letter to Helen Whitman featured in “The last letters of Edgar Allan Poe to Sarah Helen Whitman,”

[isabelmore9]

[yamikuzu]

[thegoodvybe]

[le-monde-sans-couleur]

Makeup at Valentino S/S 2019

[garadinervi]

Ennio Chiggio, Diffrazione mobile a losanghe, 1968 [10 A.M. Art Gallery, Milano]

[the-night-picture-collector]

Ralph Crane, Lauren Bacall lights a Cigarette, 1945

[shihlun]

Martin Creed, Work No. 200 - Half the air in a given space, 1998.

[farafielduk-deactivated20250319]

#LookFurther | Martin Creed.

[artistsbooksandmultiples]

[met-european-paintings]

Eye Miniature by British Painter, European Paintings

Gift of Mr. and Mrs. John W. Starr, 1954 Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY Medium: Ivory

[the-night-picture-collector]

Saul Leiter, Lynn, 1969

[lifeinpoetry]

All things feel preordained, repeated. My body is numb. Without anticipation. I sit in the lobby of someone else’s potential, thinking it is my own. I go about my day convinced I am immortal.

— Bianca Stone, from “Morning Routine,” published in The Baffler

[driftingdeeperdown]

The Second Movement, Page 14, by Lola Rodriguez