subtext
03–07–23
03–07–23
I’m awoken by explosions in my neighborhood
My country across the ocean is falling apart
There’s a fragility in your voice
A thousand ripples when you say “rio”
(like a river)
You taught me that there doesn’t have to be subtext
Or I’ve finally learned to stop looking.
My country across the ocean is falling apart
There’s a fragility in your voice
A thousand ripples when you say “rio”
(like a river)
You taught me that there doesn’t have to be subtext
Or I’ve finally learned to stop looking.
wizard’s wander at alderley edge
29–04–23
29–04–23
to all the broken men
25–03–23
25–03–23
When I close my eyes, the angels come down to my rescue. I see them now. They speak to me in my sleep. In my dreams I metamorphasize into an infinite light that shines down on this planet, drying the blood of broken-hearted men, collecting all of their unshed tears. I dream that my arms are wide enough to hold them as they stumble in the darkness, attempting to assert themselves in the void. I dream that my heart is the ozone that covers this planet and my love is the air that they breathe.
cannes
14–02–23
14–02–23
“The concept of the self as a separate, monistic, self-enclosed ‘I’ first came into being during the Reformation and the Renaissance. (...) Easily combined with other words, the prefix self expressed a new way of thinking about the world, where the individual was acquiring great significance. The self always related persons to its own identity: self-regard, self-destruction, self-love. From then on, the individual ‘I,’ separated from the rest of the world, became the chief perspective from which we viewed reality.”
— Olga Tokarczuk
— Olga Tokarczuk
the astral audience
17–03–23
17–03–23
I wonder what image Joanne held onto of me. If only I could peer into
her prism, into what remained. What traces were there of
the young and uptight American fidgeting around a pot of coffee,
speaking French clumsily like a cat with a dead bird in its mouth?
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a whisper in a wind tunnel
26–12–22
26–12–22
“It is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.”
― Clarice Lispector
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― Clarice Lispector
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plantas sagradas
10–03–22
10–03–22
“Warriorship is a continual journey. To be a warrior is to learn to be genuine in every moment of your life.“
— Chögyam Trungpa
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— Chögyam Trungpa
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monteverde
03–02–22
03–02–22
My life as a city-dwelling gringa turned me into a dull knife blade: I wanted it too, that sharpness, the ability to see what others cannot see.
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