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"dead doesn't mean absent...", tathev simonyan
tea by jehanne dubrow
WHEREVER YOU ARE I LOVE YOU AND TAKE YOUR TIME — via substack
megan lynne
“Brother, I’m not depressed and haven’t lost spirit. Life everywhere is life, life is in ourselves and not in the external. There will be people near me, and to be a human being among human beings, and remain one forever, no matter what misfortunes befall, not to become depressed, and not to falter—this is what life is, herein lies its task. I have come to recognize this. This idea has entered into my flesh and blood.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky, in a letter to his brother detailing his experience of nearly getting executed
Artworks by _dagou
2025
REMAIN BRAVE.
skate flat stones across the river.
make my home a sanctuary, a shelter, a welcome resting place.
learn the first names and favorite foods of neighbors.
keep the windows open as long as warmth allows.
ask myself: will it make a good memory?
earlier mornings, longer walks.
remember I am not without my own seasons.
write recipes on paper. print photos out for framing. seek the tangible, the homemade.
speak out about harm when I see it done. leave room for learning, but never complacency.
one long summer drive to myself. an overnight somewhere new if possible.
let the candles burn through winter.
joy is not made to be a crumb, but a feast. arrive fork and knife in hand.
BE HOPEFUL, BUT ALSO IN ACTION.
Edvard Munch, Consolation (1894)
it is a slow and dampening torture when no one will listen to you. hydraulic press on your tongue. a whistle that screams through your blood. when-and-if you explode, you are treated as if radioactive; others flinch in shame.
are you sick? are you sad? are you actually in pain? it is selfish to be attention-seeking, right. they will tell you that it is "brave" to ask for help, but when you ask for help, they'll suggest a hotline. the hotline will suggest you see a doctor before disconnecting. the doctor will suggest you drink more water and lose weight.
are you asking him to put in more effort? to plan dates? to actually-clean around the house? to be genuinely interested in your life? someone tells you that you should never beg to be loved, but if you leave him, they'll ask why you didn't try talking it over first. if you leave because he doesn't wash the dishes, you're being unfair. if he cheats, you should have treated him better. you're a nag and a witch and now you're ruined goods.
are you struggling? how's that rent check. well, keep hustling! it'll be okay slapped in a bumper sticker over your face. good luck, babe.
at a certain point you stop trying to shout. there's no point anyway.
Palomitz aka Paloma Salgado Díaz (Chilean, based Concepción, Chile) - Noctámbulos, Painting
"Sometimes while I ride the subway I try to look at each person and imagine what they look like to someone who is totally in love with them. I think everyone has had someone look at them that way, whether it was a lover, or a parent, or a friend, whether they know it or not. It's a wonderful thing, to look at someone to whom I would never be attracted and think about what looking at them feels like to someone who is devouring every part of their image, who has invisible strings that are connected to this person tied to every part of their body. I think this fun pastime is a way of cultivating compassion. It feels good to think about people that way, and to use that part of my mind that I think is traditionally reserved for a tiny portion of people I'll meet in my life to appreciate the general public. I wish I thought about people like this more often. I think it's the opposite of what our culture teaches us to do. We prefer to pick people apart to find their flaws. Cultivating these feelings of love or appreciation for random people, and even for people I don't like, makes me a more forgiving and appreciative person toward myself and people I love. Also, it's just a really excellent pastime."
— Dean Spade, from his essay For Lovers and Fighters
this is kind of changing my life as we speak
Michael Halak (Palestinian, b. 1975)
Terra Sancta (Figs), 2022
Oil on wood
Chen Chen, "Elegy for My Sadness", When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities
“The daily routine of most adults is so heavy and artificial that we are closed off to much of the world. We have to do this in order to get our work done. I think one purpose of art is to get us out of those routines. When we hear music or poetry or stories, the world opens up again. We’re drawn in — or out — and the windows of our perception are cleansed, as William Blake said. The same thing can happen when we’re around young children or adults who have unlearned those habits of shutting the world out.”
— Ursula K. Le Guin
Rachel Rector: 'Teabag Cyanotypes' (2021)