#pure colour

[llovelymoonn]

j. estanislao lopez intelligent design \\ sheila heti pure colour

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[asoftepiloguemylove]

on humanity and love

Chen Chen Elegy / Dead Poets Society (1989) dir. Peter Weir / Sheila Heti Pure Colour / unknown (via @morepeachyogurt) / Ocean Vuong Night Sky with Exit Wounds / As I Was Moving Ahead Occasionally I Saw Brief Glimpses of Beauty (2000) dir. Jonas Mekas / Berlot Brecht Motto / Fleabag (2016-2019); Episode #2.3 dir. Harry Bradbeer / Everything Everywhere All at Once (2022) dir. Daniel Kwan & Daniel Scheinert / pinterest / Louise Glück Vita Nova

[lazyydaisyyy]

But how does she know if she has been changed, or if she wants so much to be changed that since it happened, she has been pretending?

Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

[exhaled-spirals]

« Over the next few weeks, any time Mira and Annie ran into each other, something widened inside of them. Something was opening in Mira’s chest, a portal to Annie […]. What of the strength of our connections with certain people, and the weakness of our connections with certain other ones? […] With a few people in one’s life, too much happens emotionally—more than even makes sense to happen, given how little has actually occurred. Such people are deeply igniting in a way that others are not. This igniting always happens in the very first instant and it never goes away. No stupidities can destroy the igniting, so even if those two people never meet again, a connection always remains. Mira felt this way about Annie. It wasn’t that Mira had met her in some previous life. It was that she was meeting her in this one—and isn’t that rare! Why is it so hard to meet in this life? […]

On such occasions, it is often the gods who are to blame. They slip into a person like an amoeba, and from within one person, they watch another one—the one they have chosen to watch. So from within Annie, the gods were watching Mira, and from within Mira, the gods were watching Annie. It doesn’t always happen mutually this way, but in their case it did—the gods just taking notes on humans, to make us better in the next draft of the world. […]

They noticed hidden things about the other one, without even meaning to. All this seemed to be happening of its own accord, this laying down of a bridge on which things between them could pass; not necessarily sexual things, or even intimate things, but things as yet unknown. A road was being laid, though nothing was yet travelling on that road. Some workers were doing it—it was the gods—and it was happening far too quickly! They always worked so fast—so much faster than humans could ever understand […].

She wanted to tell her everything she knew. […]

The few moments of real presence you have ever felt in your life might mean that a god was inside someone near you, using them to see you. The few moments of real insight we’ve ever had about another might indicate that a god was inside us at that moment, using us to see them. When they brighten the characteristics of another person, it is like turning on a light in a darkened room. We might remember that moment of seeing better than any of the other moments in our lives.

The person who the gods are watching through you often develops a certain attachment to you. That person may find themselves thinking about you a lot, and you may find yourself thinking about them a lot, too. It often happens between two such people that they will feel fated to be in each other’s lives. They might like or dislike the other one, or have no clear feelings between them at all, yet there they are, for minutes or hours or weeks or years, mysteriously in each other’s orbit, as though something of significance is going on.

Then, when the desire suddenly comes over a person to swiftly and dramatically change their life, it is often a desire to evade the eyes of the gods. It may feel like something threatening is happening—something dangerous from which they must escape. A person might blame this feeling on the choices they made, or [t]hey might blame the person who the gods have inhabited for all of their discomforts, so they try to flee […]. But the gods who are watching you from inside another one don’t disappear if you flee your life. They will leave the body of your child, your neighbour, or your friend—whoever they have inhabited to watch you—and find a body in your new life to inhabit, and continue to watch you from there. »

— Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

[anacoluthas]

in pure colour when she’s like i just played the jewel sort game on my phone all day. sometimes i wanted to stop playing the jewel sort game but i just kept playing the jewel sort game. i told myself there would come a time when i would stop playing the jewel sort game but then i wondered if i would just play the jewel sort game on my phone forever. me af

[orchard-bliss]

For art is not made for living bodies—it is made for the cold, eternal soul.

Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

[smokefalls]

Yes, people with ugly faces can lead beautiful lives, and people with beautiful faces can lead ugly ones, and a beautiful face can draw you right down deep into the world’s greatest ugliness. But in the next draft of existence, they will not understand this; how one person’s beautiful face could pull another deep into their greatest sorrow.

Sheila Heti, Pure Colour

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2023 // 2021

Yo opino que hay una gran diferencia de por medio 👀