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“The number of hours we have together is actually not so large. Please linger near the door uncomfortably instead of just leaving. Please forget your scarf in my life and come back later for it.”
— Mikko Harvey, from “For M,” Foundry (no. 9, September 2018)
open and raw communication with your partner may be uncomfortable and feel so ugly and vulnerable but it solves soo many problems in the end
Do u ever think about how dogs, who have 2 colour receptors, see an apple as grayish yellow, while humans have 3 and see it as red, and mantis shrimp have 12, and see it another monstrous colour altogether?
How none of us are necessarily correct, and the apple itself, is not really any colour, it’s just a fruit minding its own goddamn business??
Fucking fascinating
We don’t know how ANYTHING TASTES, SOUNDS, LOOKS, FEELS, OR SMELLS
If you think about it just a bit too much like I did, you'll reach the conclusion that nothing really tastes, sounds, looks, feels or smells. It's just your brain's interpretation of chemical composition, vibrations, the way things reflect light, more vibrations and chemical composition again
Nine Discourses on Commodus, Part IV, 1963, Cy Twombly
Medium: oil,wax,pencil,canvas
me when i see me: thats not me
another day volunteering at the jenny holzer museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the hole they cut in you. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it
“I have a hot hole that was put in me. I can live with it. People made it and use it to get to me. I can hurt it too but usually I put my thinking there for excitement. When my mind is right I can say what no one wants to hear. I brag about knowing better, but the last kind part of me raves because I will not be the only dead one. I keep the hole open.” laments, jenny holzer