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“Here is how I spend my days now. I live in a beautiful place. I sleep in a beautiful bed. I eat beautiful food. I go for walks through beautiful places. I care for people deeply. At night my bed is full of love, because I alone am in it. I cry easily, from pain and pleasure, and I don’t apologize for that. In the mornings I step outside and I’m thankful for another day. It took me many years to arrive at such a life.”

— Ottessa Moshfegh, Eileen

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Joan Mitchell, L'Arbre de Phyllis, 1991. Oil on canvas, 110 ¼ x 78 ¾ inches (280.035 x 200.025 cm). © Estate of Joan Mitchell.

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Open car door - Peter Sternäng

Swedish, b. 1953 -

Watercolour , 39 x 52 cm.

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Pierre Jahan, Workers at The Louvre, Paris, 1947

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Day Of The Idiots, 1981

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“Just like an iceberg, what we label the ego or consciousness is, for the most part, sunk in darkness. And that estrangement sometimes creates a deep contradiction or confusion within us.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore