IMAGINAERUM

“People think dreams aren't real just because they aren't made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.”

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Black’N black!

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David Konigsberg (American, b. 1952, PA, USA, based Hudson, NY) - 1: Easter, 2015  2: Mary Steals By, 2010 1,2: Oil on Canvas mounted on Panel  3: Pool, 2014  4: Nigh Season, 2014  5: Cruise Over The Islands, 2015  6: Passing Shower, 2012    Oil on Canvas  

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#Cat

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From: https://it.pinterest.com/pin/344314333987609357/

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As the cat climbed over the top of

the jamcloset first the right forefoot

carefully then the hind stepped down into the pit of the empty flowerpot

[yugen-ai]

[floema]

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Scratch my apathy...

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You are there!

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"My thoughts are crabbed and sallow, My tears like vinegar, Or the bitter blinking yellow Of an acetic star."

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Dustin O'Halloran-We Move Lightly

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[lupetto]

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     “The fury of a demon instantly possessed me. I knew myself no longer. My original soul seemed, at once, to take its flight from my body; and a more than fiendish malevolence, gin-nurtured, thrilled every fibre of my frame.”    ―    Edgar Allan Poe, The Black Cat         

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“Stairs, are they going up or are they going down? They’re so confusing! If love were a physical thing, it would be stairs.”  

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"Този поглед, излъващ ужасяваща доверчивост, беше съвсем кратък. След миг Каренин отново положи глава на лапите си. Тереза знаеше, че никой вече нямаше да я погледне така"

"Непосилната лекота на битието", Милан Кундера

[bonbonez]

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“It is completely selfless love: Tereza did not want anything of Karenin; She did not ever ask him to love her back. Nor has she ever asked herself the questions that plague human couples: Does he love me? Does he love anybody more than me? Does he love me more than I love him? Perhaps all the questions we ask of love, to measure, test, probe, and save it, have the additional effect of cutting it short. Perhaps the reason we are unable to love is that we yearn to be loved, that is, we demand something (love) from our partner instead of delivering ourselves to him demand-free and asking for nothing but his company.”    

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