“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

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“Home is where the trees look normal” is the sweetest, saddest, most nostalgic truth I’ve ever heard.

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Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H.
Filip Mirazovic, Daughter
“Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?”
— Tennessee Williams, from The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore (New Directions, 1964)

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Marie Howe, from “Memorial”, What the Living Do
carl jung girl you were so right about avoidance
“if we don't accept our own destiny, a different kind of suffering takes its place: a neurosis develops, and I believe that that life which we have to live is not as bad as a neurosis. if I have to suffer, then let it be from my reality. a neurosis is a much greater curse! in general, a neurosis is a replacement for an evasion, an unconscious desire to cheat life, to avoid something. one cannot do more than live what one really is. and we are all made up of opposites and conflicting tendencies. after much reflection, I have come to the conclusion that it is better to live what one really is and accept the difficulties that arise as a result-because avoidance is much worse.”
WHETHER YOU LOVE WHAT YOU LOVE OR LIVE IN DIVIDED CEASELESS REVOLT AGAINST IT WHAT YOU LOVE IS YOUR FATE
Ocean Vuong, from “Someday I’ll Love Ocean Vuong”, Night Sky with Exit Wounds
white flag by lucia gallipoli

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Julio Cortázar, Hopscotch (trans. Gregory Rabassa)
[Text ID: “As if you could pick in love, as if it were not a lightning bolt that splits your bones and leaves you staked out in the middle of the courtyard.”]
Pina Bausch - Orpheus and Eurydice - Paris Opera Ballet 2018
— Leah Horlick from “For Your Own Good”
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oh emily wilson translation of the iliad we’re really in it now
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You already know the story. You will die. Everyone you love will also die. You will lose them forever. You will be sad and angry. You will weep. You will bargain. You will make demands. You will beg. You will pray. It will make no difference. Nothing you can do will bring them back. You know this, Your knowing changes nothing. This poem will make you understand this unfathomable truth again and again, as if for the very first time.
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Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959; May 13th, 1959