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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
YOU ARE THE REASON

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ellievsbear
The Bowery Presents
noise dept.

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
almost home

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Cosmic Funnies
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RMH

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NASA

Origami Around
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@nataliedomers
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inst: cultur.space / culturfits
Rekha my beloved man eating witch
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home
Isabella Hammad, from Enter Ghost
[Text ID: The pretences you can keep up day-to-day, clinging to roles that don't fit any more, guided by notions of duty that you take too long to realize don't make much sense and no one is holding over you.]
painted peaks; death valley, california
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as the wind blows; antelope valley, california
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George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Memory I" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)
[Text ID: I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,]
Lisel Mueller, from Alive Together: New and Selected Poems; "On Reading An Anthology of Postwar German Poetry"
[Text ID: I know enough to refuse to say / that life is good, / but I act as though it were, / and skeptical about love, I survive / by the witness of my own.]
“I don’t mind being killed, but I don’t want them to touch me.”
— excerpt from Antigone by Jean Anouilh (trans. Lewis Galantiere)
soft summer aesthetic
the previous occupant, agha shahid ali
Jennifer S. Cheng, from So We Must Meet Apart
[Text ID: Maybe what I’ve been trying to say all this time, as an explanation and apology, is that I sense a mass of white noise in front of my face wherever I go. It stands between me and the world, between me and other people. More and more I am finding myself lost in it, unable to make it through to the other side.]
"When I get lonely these days, I think: So be lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it ... but never again use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings."
— Elizabeth Gilbert