I'll be alone, / sitting across from an absence.
Margaret Atwood, Dearly; from 'Silver Slippers'

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I'll be alone, / sitting across from an absence.
Margaret Atwood, Dearly; from 'Silver Slippers'

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“To live with your sorrow, to permit your cruel suffering to metamorphose into luminous and sad meditation, that is the most important thing for you at this time.”
— Marcel Proust, from a letter to Paul Souday, written c. November, 1919 (via autumnalsonata)
Engraving after Le Crépuscule (1885) by Thomas Alexander Harrison.
X-ray of a statue of the Virgin Mary.
Anne-Marie Faux, Hic rosa, partition botanique (film still), 2007.

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“Pigeon feeding near Blue Mosque” ~ Istanbul, Turkey (1991) by Steve McCurry ⌘ Wrapped in earth tones, creating a momentary avian constellation
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making stuff is one of the best parts of being alive
“Cognitive pollution” is a crazy good bar to describe AI, deep fakes, et. al simulacra’s of humans in general.
Existence is simply too much of a burden; object-embeddedness and bodily decay are universally the fate of men. Without some kind of "ideology of justification" people naturally bog down and fail. Here again we can see how correctly Rank emphasized the historical dimension of mental illness: the question is never about nature alone but also about the social ideologies for the transcendence of nature.
Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death

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i do feel somewhat ruined forever. but it’s okay we stay silly
Olga Knipper-Chekhova, from a letter to Anton Chekhov featured in The Selected Letters of Anton Chekhov
“Hope is not a lottery ticket you can sit on the sofa and clutch, feeling lucky. It is an axe you break down doors with in an emergency. Hope should shove you out the door, because it will take everything you have to steer the future away from endless war, from the annihilation of the earth's treasures and the grinding down of the poor and marginal... To hope is to give yourself to the future - and that commitment to the future is what makes the present inhabitable.”
- Rebecca Solnit, Hope in the Dark: The Untold History of People Power
Just learned this absolutely delightful bit of etymology:
During the 15th century, the English had an endearing practice of granting common human names to the birds that lived among them. Virtually every bird in that era had a name, and most of them, like Will Wagtail and Philip Sparrow have been long forgotten. Polly Parrot has stuck around, and Tom Tit and Jenny Wren, personable companions of the English countryside, are names still sometimes found in children’s rhymes. Other human names, however, have been incorporated so durably into the common names that still grace birds as to almost entirely obscure their origin. The Magpie, a loquacious black and white bird with a penchant for snatching shiny objects, once bore the simple name “pie,” probably coming from its Roman name, “pica.” The English named these birds Margaret, which was then abbreviated to Maggie, and finally left at Mag Pie. The vocal, crow-like bird called Jackdaw was also once just a “daw” named “Jack.” The English also gave their ubiquitous and beloved orange-bellied, orb-shaped, wren-sized bird a human name. The first recorded Anglo-Saxon name for the Eurasian Robin was ruddoc, meaning “little red one.” By the medieval period, its name evolved to redbreast (the more accurate term orange only entered the English language when the fruit of the same name reached Great Britain in the 16th century). The English chose the satisfyingly alliterative name Robert for the redbreast, which they then changed to the popular Tudor nickname Robin. Soon enough, the name Robin Redbreast became so identified with the bird that Redbreast was dropped because it seemed so redundant.

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"Kindness, kindness, kindness.
I want to make a New year's prayer, not a resolution. I'm praying for courage.”
― Susan Sontag (1972)
"Parking problem solved! Crowded streets rarely deter an ingenious French driver. This one simply stops his lightweight Citroën and lifts it into a mini-space."
National Geographic - May, 1968