I Do Not Think Therefore I Do Not Am

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[tylostoma]

really enjoyed the picturesque drive home with my digicam

[off-the-beaten-timeline]

Georgi Gospodinov, Time Shelter (2022) (translated by Angela Rodel)

[havingapoemwithyou]

Stop Me if  You’ve Heard This One Before by Kaveh Akbar

[sandmandaddy69]

[filmnoirsbian]

evansville, 09.22.18

[ladybugpdf-deactivated20250512]

to carry your grief on my back would be an honor by parrish h.

[formlab]

The Road Out of Town, Justin Parpan

[weltenwellen]

Sharon Olds, Stag’s Leap

[etriva]

from The Memory Palace, by Nate DiMeo

[sashayed]

has anyone figured out how to turn off the thing where you love your pet so much it slides inexorably into grief-borrowing

[boomstab-papa]

[your-cosmic-creature]

“For me this glass is already broken. I enjoy it; I drink out of it. It holds my water admirably, sometimes even reflecting the sun in beautiful patterns. If I should tap it, it has a lovely ring to it. But when I put this glass on the shelf and the wind knocks it over or my elbow brushes it off the table and it falls to the ground and shatters, I say, ‘Of course.’ When I understand that the glass is already broken, every moment with it is precious.”

[ps192]

please change beliefs, jenny holzer

[r4nchlif3]

[geryone]

Nepenthe Radiant, Aimee Seu

[nervebynerve]

“The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed, as William Blake said. The same thing can happen when we’re around young children or adults who have unlearned those habits of shutting the world out.”

— Ursula K. Le Guin 

[petaltexturedskies]

Leila Chatti, from “The Moment When a Feeling Enters” in Wildness Before Something Sublime

[globeshaped]

Brian Eno and photoshop (1995)

[chateauofmymind]

slaughterhouse-five, kurt vonnegut