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He tried to write a poem that was all of it, and yet bore no sign of any of it. Because that was a true poem. Something that had no sign of what had made it.
Brandon Taylor, from The Late Americans
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He tried to write a poem that was all of it, and yet bore no sign of any of it. Because that was a true poem. Something that had no sign of what had made it.
Brandon Taylor, from The Late Americans
What is to be expected
I do not want to be someone’s daughter anymore. Or someone’s anything for all it matters. I want to be a concept. Like a wild wind no one can grasp. Or like a whisper hard to hear. I want to be seen by people in a way that they have to take double takes just to see me vanish in the crowd. I want to be like something someone once said but can not place for the life of them. I think I want to be anything and nothing at once, but most importantly, I never ever want to be just a role again. A means to an end. Just placeholder doing her duty. Duty. Who gave me duty? Who burdened those shoulders with it, when I wasn’t even able to speak? Speak up. Decline. I just want to be, God damn it! I would like to be human for once, please. Pretty Pretty Pretty please?
The Internet gave us access to everything; but it also gave everything access to us.
Untraceable by Gregory Hoblit.
Untraceable (2008) dir. Gregory Hoblit
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No tears, please. It’s a waste of good suffering.