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Laetitia Casta by Jean-Paul Goude 2001
I’ve been using the same knife at work for the last six years, and I realized just how personal it has become to me. When I cut, I know with tip is dull enough that I can score without breaking, the rear is sharp enough to cut through plastics and foam like butter, and I know the bevel is thick enough to glide right past cardboard with no problem. This knife is special to me because of how I shaped it, how I’ve grown to learn it.
My co workers shame me for not using a box cutter, but I disagree, my tool is an extension of my growth, in all ways. I have come to further appreciate what I have shaped around me and what around me I have shaped. Then again, when they use it they are utterly useless because they have not grown with this tool.
Life is full of these things,the door handle showing more love on one side from the use of a specific hand, keys becoming worn from nights longing for a bed, shoes telling a story of work, fun and hardship.
There are stories all around if you look.
Chopping Mall (1986) dir. Jim Wynorski
Davor Gromilovic (Serbian, 1985) - Case No. 34: Glowing Skull (2025)
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I keep a beer and a bottle of gin on my bedside table. Not to tempt me but to keep me in check. To get to my bed I must pass the threshold of what haunts me, the liquid that makes me lose my life.
When I was younger I would allow liquor to destroy me. Until it took one of my most treasured friends away. My drunken actions had caused such pain that I lost him. All my fault for my insatiable hunger to be drunk.
No longer do I let this linger. As I remain of clear mind, I know my faults. And so I look at the beer and gin in anger. Not of pity but of hate against it.
I have been doing this for months and it has worked in a weird way. I am strong enough to sleep without unleashing my demons.
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