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Misplaced Lens Cap
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@softbluesea
by Mark Rothko, 1969
By Soey Milk
“I fell asleep in the deep velvet of this wood; I dreamt divine things.”
— Delmira Agustini, from Morning Songs: Poems; “The Wings,” c. 1910
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Josy Britton Liz’ Lilies
Mary Oliver, “Thirst.” Thirst
'Banquet of Mermaids' by Ryoko Kimura
Füsun Onur
Fani Badayun, from a poem titled "I Loved a Fairy," featured in Humsafar : The World of Urdu Poetry
“You see, there is a gang of insomniacs, with a sort of solidarity, like people who have the same illness. We understand each other right away, because we know that drama. The drama of insomnia is that time doesn’t pass. You’re lying down in the middle of the night and you are no longer in time. You’re not in eternity either. Time passes so slowly that it becomes agonizing. All of us, being alive, are drawn along by time because we are in time. When you lie awake like that, you are outside of time. So, time passes outside of you, you can’t catch up with it.”
— E. M. Cioran, in the interview with Jason Weiss, published in Grand Street. Vol. 5, No. 3 (Spring, 1986), pp. 105-140
“Swan Lake” Illustration by Alison Jay
“Crescent Lady” by Warren B. Davis (1865-1928)
from the diary #006