#on feeling

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[llovelymoonn]

on feeling

anne carson red doc (via @metamorphesque) \\ kazuo ishiguro never let me go (via @liriostigre) \\ franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1910-1913: "january 3, 1912" (via @dailykafka) \\ jeanette winterson why be happy when you could be normal (via @strykerlancer) \\ søren kierkegaard (1839) (via @tamsoj) \\ cameron awkward-rich the child formally known as _________ \\ jean-paul sartre nausea (via @metamorphesque) \\ adam wolfond the ripples are ongoing acts \\ catherine gildiner good morning, monster: five heroic journeys to emotional recovery (via @weltenwellen)

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[mescalined]

In the economy of the body, the limbic highway takes precedence over the neural pathways. We were designed and built to feel, and there is no thought, no state of mind, that is not also a feeling state. Nobody can feel too much, though many of us work very hard at feeling too little.

Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?, Jeanette Winterson

[nociceptive-signal]

hope

the gambler's fantasy

their carefree energy

wild and free

chances are many

there's nothing like

a roll of dice

go once or thrice

for the thrill, i thrive

the outcome unknown

my role, to condone

seeds to be sown

but no guarantees

for me, i know best

my perpetual test

uncertainty's caress

alea iacta est

[petertqrk]

“What matters is what happens now.”

“What—happens,” I said.

“Yes. What happens. Now.” He made a small, strange, snuffling, gurgling noise that was surely intended to sound like laughter, but perhaps he had not learned to fake it as well as I had. “I think I should say something like: My whole life has been leading up to this!” He repeated the snuffling sound. “Of course, neither one of us could manage that with real feeling. After all, we can't actually feel anything, can we? We've both spent our lives playing a part. Moving through this world reciting lines and pretending we belong in a world made for human beings, and never really human ourselves. And always, forever, reaching for a way to feel something! Reaching, little brother, for a moment just like this! Real, genuine, unfaked feeling! It takes your breath away, doesn't it?”

And it did. My head was whirling and I did not dare to close my eyes again for fear of what might be waiting there for me.

— Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

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"Have you ever ventured into the land of The Wait? It’s a place that blooms with color and potential and dizzying chaos. Where time moves differently, fate spins straw into gold, and emotions are more perishable than morning dew."

-Extracted from New Series: The Wait, Evelyn’s Substack

[llovelymoonn]

could you do a web on feeling robotic/mechanical please?

franz kafka the diaries of franz kafka, 1910-1913: "january 5, 1912" (via @shi-saa) \\ debra baxter back to black \\ fernando the book of quiet (via @affect-encyclopaedia) \\ mahmoud darwish memory for forgetfulness \\ anne sexton a self portrait in letters \\ margaret atwood the door: "europe on $5 a day" \\ debra baxter catch your breath

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