[22 August, 2012]
It’s tempting to count the years, for they stare us directly in the face, squared and symmetrical, pedantically striped in rows of repetition so systematic, they could only be man-made, for nature doesn’t birth such repetitions, and if does, it’s only upon the rarity of something growing out of sight, something like a benign tumour of minerals locked away in the belly of the...
[17 August, 2012]
Every last scrap of my creativity has been absent the past little while, which happens sporadically, often due to one oh-so-funny little fact of life many of us call ‘happiness’. I’d like to personally thank the universe for chewing me up and spitting me out today, for reminding me that breaking one’s possessions sometimes feels good, and most of all, for feeding my...
Anonymous asked: I found two photos so adorable on your page. A photo of you and a cat and a photo of you and a boy. He looks familiar. I think I follow his blog as well. You two are oh so beautiful.
Follow your inner moonlight; don’t hide the madness.– Allen Ginsberg
[Excerpt from an old essay on Beckett's play...
The illusive Godot is more likely to be a manifestation of Vladimir’s mind as a means of protecting himself from reality, as a means of hope. Godot could in fact be the simple symbolism of hope. The essential matter is not who and what Godot is; it’s the process of waiting for him that is. Godot could be grand and respectable, a hero, he could be a phony, or he could simply not exist; it all...
Anonymous asked: do ya smoke weed
[5 August, 2012]
There’s this conniving little space between moments, sometimes, probably close to 6am and closer still to bare skin, it slips in slowly and steals the sleep from our tear ducts. It’s that gap we all have to jump if we’re still awake, usually with newborn limbs and absent eyes, an enormous yet fleeting fraction of acceptance, forced upon us by the persistence of sunlight through...
Anonymous asked: the guy in the picture you posted a little while ago, is he your boyfriend?
The so-called ‘psychotically depressed’ person who tries to kill...– David Foster Wallace
A letter a day - 1
Dear R, So we all get netted from time to time on our way out to the deep, and we all struggle there, panicked and frantic, forgetful, neglectful and selfish, writhing wildly in hope of breaking free, eyes set on open space. Restriction makes it all too easy to acquire tunnel-vision, and all too hard to notice that the way out isn’t always forward. Sometimes all it takes is a step back and a...
The secret of joy is the mastery of pain.– Anaïs Nin