seen from United States
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seen from China
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seen from Canada
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seen from Albania
seen from Malaysia
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seen from Germany
In fact, I’ve been growing suspicious of the word ‘solitude’. It’s such an elegant word, so Latinate, it sounds somehow so elevated, but it seems to me to require a certain level of economic independence and social status to work. Otherwise it’s called loneliness, abandonment or desertion.
- Robert Dessaix, Night Letters
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it’s almost 2018, and I’m so excited. No matter how cheesy this may sound, I think it’ll be the year we reach out and make amends. I want this to be the year I become a better friend, better at understanding, better at communication, and honestly better at running this blog. We’ll try hard to communicate with you guys and help however we can. May we drop grudges and become baddies🥂
One of the reasons, it struck me, that beauty on this scale can cause a kind of angst or ache is that it reminds you that your everyday expectations of life have been too narrow, too colourless. So, even while you’re drinking in the abundant beauty, you feel a pang not unlike grief. I do, anyway, and I don’t think I’m the only one.
- Robert Dessaix, Night Letters
robert dessaix night letters
Islands aren’t just islands, are they. I mean, they’re not just bits of land surrounded by water, they also stand for something less tangible, always half-desired. When you look across the water and see an island, part of you always wants to go there, don’t you find? I can’t help thinking it’s got something to do with sudden resolution. There you are floundering in the middle of all that eddying, featureless water, with unseen horrors you can only guess at prowling beneath the surface, when suddenly an island appears on the horizon: such a blessedly fixed point, a place of longed-for release from anxiety about disorder and aimlessness, not to mention the lurking monsters of the subconscious. So any island, even the flattest or rockiest or most barren, seems beautiful. It’s the self we’d like to be. Dante, of course, if you’d recall, says that Purgatory is an island-- Hell is deep in the earth and Heaven beyond time and space, but Purgatory, the realm of those who have not willfully sinned, is an island. There reason still has some hope of becoming vision.
-Robert Dessaix, Night Letters
Propagandhi - Night Letters
cant get enough of this band.
your world was blown right apart on a night of sickening death you went running for your life and never went home again I spend sleepless nights as my head swims worrying about you you work the night shift so you won't be alone I am adept at cold you have traveled so far from home sorrow has followed every step of the way you're caught between this life and the one left behind
Aaaaallll about this track this morning.
and what does it mean when the
plant you gave me starts to die
and its soil is as dry as my skin
- content with itself, longing for tears no more,
what does it mean when you don't
think of me and i don't care?
