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From the Decca Auditions on January 1st, 1962: September in the Rain

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Te inclinas. Te derrumbas. Te yergues. Mecido por el gong del reloj que traspasó el acebo doce veces más callado que tú, algo que alguien soltara rescata tu nombre del carbón. Y vuelves a erguirte, respirando en el sol espectral, entre el hielo y ensueño. He llegado hasta tan lejos por ti: la voz cuyo eco viene a mí ya no es la mía. Paul Auster

Art: Francis Bacon - Lithograph in colours

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Stuttgarter Ballett, Oiseau Exotique , 1967. Hannes Kilian. Silver print

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ARTHUR POLLOCK

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Radiohead - Bloom - The King Of Limbs

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Portishead - Machine Gun - Third

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The Robin

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Ed van der Elsken

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andre kertesz

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Sibylle Baier//Wim

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“They connect the stories to themselves, I suppose, and we all love hearing about ourselves, so long as the people in the stories are us, but not us. Not us in the end, especially.”

The Ballad of Buster Scruggs (2018) dir. Coen brothers

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Homecoming Episode 5 - Helping

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12/28/18, 12:28 AM

A sadness like this takes its time leaving. It doesn’t just go away after a good nights rest.. of which I haven’t had in months. And before that, even more months. “A good nights’ rest”. Lol. But no. A sadness like this lingers like a drunk friend at 3 AM who can’t take a hint. You want him to leave, but each time you look at your watch, no matter how many hours have passed, he is still here. I’m so tired and the time is killing me.

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Seagulls and Boy, polaroid by Peter Jones