In Los Angeles 2024
Mike Driver
i don't do bad sauce passes
Cosimo Galluzzi

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Origami Around
DEAR READER
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
YOU ARE THE REASON

shark vs the universe

if i look back, i am lost
NASA
Claire Keane
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@themonth-april
In Los Angeles 2024
I’ve noticed something strange about the way life works. Sometimes the things I once filed under ‘fantasy’ .. the ones too big or distant to touch, arrive in my hands when I’m barely ready for them. And sometimes, the things I thought were solid, dependable, real… melt away like they were never here at all.
It’s as if the two keep swapping places behind my back.
There have been many many moments where I’ve sat somewhere I never imagined I’d be, a street in a city I’ve only seen in films, sunlight hitting in a way that makes everything feel charged, unreal. I’ve had to remind myself: you are here, this is happening. And yet it feels so improbable, I half-expect to wake up in my bed with the day as dull and familiar as yesterday.
Other times, ‘real life’ feels dreamlike in the opposite way … foggy, disjointed, as though I’m moving through it on autopilot. Walking streets I’ve walked a thousand times on repeat, Conversations blur, doing laundry, washing my face. It’s like reality has been replaced with a thin imitation of itself.
It’s like standing on the seam between two fabrics, one woven from waking life, the other from dreamstuff and feeling the threads bleed into each other. Objects lose their outlines; faces feel like déjà vu before they’ve even turned toward you. I can’t tell if I’m remembering something that hasn’t happened yet, or if I’m living through the ghost of a memory. Time folds in odd ways, like a book half-closed but still being read. And somewhere in that fold, reality exhales, dreams inhale, and I’m left swaying in the middle.
I think the mind does this to keep us unsettled enough to keep moving. If reality stayed too solid, we might stop paying attention. If dreams stayed out of reach, we might stop chasing them. So they swap .. not because we want them to, but because that’s how they keep us wide awake.
The trick, I think, is to stop asking which is which. To live knowing that either one can collapse into the other without warning, and that the dizziness of not knowing is its own kind of truth.
gentle
I’m still looking
Recoleta Cemetery, Buenos Aires
IM SO BORED MY LIFE IS STANDING STILL
i have decided to use tumblr again
it’s 2023 !
Luis Tolentino, 2004
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Cardinal flower (left) and painted cup (right). Nature’s garden. 1927.
saw alicia and the national in newtown today (på/i Sydney, Australia) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bzp885JIPKg/?igshid=17eahm8ur4vde
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New Order poster, Lawrence Weiner, 1987
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