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Saw a porcupine nibbling on crab apples today. Sitting on a branch. Overlooking the mountains. At sunset

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Goddamn running into my growth edges activates so much shame

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Too bad the phrase “moonshine” has a liquor association because what a great spondee

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I saw an orange slug, an orange salamander, a bird’s nest, a doe and a fawn, farther away in the center of the overgrown meadow some milkweed blossoming into pink that looks fuchsia from here, my neighbor’s dog and then another dog (maybe they have two)

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I do not miss the city at all, weed whacking my daily walking path every few days is fun

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Fluctuating pretty regularly between episodic panic and a hopeful clarity of vision. Found wild blueberries by the pond. Realized the tall plant in the garden is rhubarb

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I will have ripe raspberry bushes in just a few days

[beguines]

Roger Reeves, from "Echo: From the Mountains", Best Barbarian

[lizardgoats]

The cat said to me, so that I could understand her, "I'll never leave you." As if I had been instructed in a more secret language, I then understood that, according to her nature, she goes wherever she wants whenever and at whatever speed, often disappears for days, and that if I welcome this, she'll never abandon me.

Pussy, King of the Pirates, by Kathy Acker

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My acerbic and hateful self-talk is absolutely possessive of me. Doesn’t want to let me go. Well, I’ve got news for you, brain…

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Retrieving myself here. Came into a new way of thinking about the breakup that happened four years ago.

[zzzze]

John Baldessari - Suppose It is True After All, WHAT THEN? - 1967, | Painting |

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[dreamstars]

Made by mirengela

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How my body feels when I have one too many sensations going on

[funeral]

In today's state of hyperactivity, where boredom is not allowed to emerge, we never reach the state of deep mental relaxation. The information society is an age of heightened mental tension, because the essence of information is surprise and the stimulus it provides. The tsunami of information means that our perceptual apparatus is permanently stimulated. It can no longer enter into contemplation. The tsunami of information fragments our attention. It prevents the contemplative lingering that is essential to narrating and careful listening . . . In the process of digitalization, . . . information acquires an altogether different status. Reality itself takes on the form of information and data. For the most part, we perceive reality in terms of information or through the lens of information. Information is an idea—that is, a re-representation. When reality takes the form of information, the immediate experience of presence withers. When digitalization gives everything the form of information, reality is flattened.

Byung-Chul Han, The Crisis of Narration