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Spring Flowers of Khakassia by Marina Fomina

Virginia Woolf, To The Lighthouse

𝔯𝔢𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔴𝔢𝔢𝔱𝔢𝔯

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Monochrome Silence - Norway 2026

Jeska Hearne (@lobsterandswan)

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Virginia Woolf, Street Haunting

You like warm blankets. You like the sound of birdsong. You have a pet that needs taking care of. You have someone to outlive. You have a loved one. You think death would be boring. It's coming for you anyway. Death is patient. When was the last time you had cake? Your favourite musician is going on tour. Or maybe just a halfway decent band at your local bar. You've never seen an elephant. Isn't it amazing that the sky is blue? Aging is a gift not afforded to most. Don't let the bastard grind you down. You can't mend any suffering in the world with your death. You want to see if you can grow herbs on your windowsill. Killing yourself seems like so much effort. What does tiramisu taste like? You're trying to be curious. You're angry and spiteful. What you want more than to die is to rest. This sandwich is so good you don't want to die. Not so long as there are plums to eat and somebody, anybody who gives enough of a damn to haul them to you. A stranger on the internet is holding their hand out and asking.

Rosa Chacel, from a diary entry featured in Diario, originally published in 1993