peace of shit

"Only when the real, individual person re-absorbs in themself the abstract citizen, and as an individual human being has become a species-being in their everyday life, in their particular work, and in their particular situation; only when people have recognized and organized their 'own powers' as social powers, and, consequently, no longer separate social power from themselves in the shape of political power; only then will human emancipation have been accomplished."

“(…) I lie here listening to music and so filled with you that I marvel that an incomplete love should seem so complete.”

“I don’t know what I’m saying. I guess what I mean is that sometimes I don’t know what or who we are. Days I feel like a human being, while other days I feel more like a sound. I touch the world not as myself but as an echo of who I was. Can you hear me yet? Can you read me?”

“PERFUME—the heady and elusive marriage of the essences of herbs and spices, wild grasses and flowers, bark and animal and tree—is an engine of the universe. From earliest times, people have taken pleasure in rubbing fragrant substances into their skin. Timeless and universal, scent has been a powerful force in ritual, medicine, myth, and conquest. Perfume has helped people to pray, to heal, to make love and war, to prepare for death, to create. To inspire, after all, is literally “to breathe in.””

“I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that.”