I never have taken a Peach in my Hand, so late in the Year

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i feel totally normal about this and the scope of my desire is completely average

Angela Davis, Santa Clara County Jail, California, 27th December, 1971.

The all-night convenience store’s empty and no one is behind the counter. You open and shut the glass door a few times causing a bell to go off, but no one appears. You only came to buy a pack of cigarettes, maybe a copy of yesterday’s newspaper— finally you take one and leave thirty-five cents in its place. It is freezing, but it is a good thing to step outside again: you can feel less alone in the night, with lights on here and there between the dark buildings and trees. Your own among them, somewhere. There must be thousands of people in this city who are dying to welcome you into their small bolted rooms, to sit you down and tell you what has happened to their lives. And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.

Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec, At the Moulin Rouge, 1892-1895 and The Salon of the Rue des Moulins, 1894-1895

Near the Cosmos. Dawn flight by Stanislav Torlopov (1984)

Warlimpirrnga Tjapaltjarri, Wilkinkarra (Lake Mackay), 2006 

Zan Wang - The Night Clouds Fade in the Eyes That Gaze, 2026 - Acrylic, acrylic pen, and soft pastel on canvas

Julia Soboleva, “Fire on Fire”

Tim Brawner (American, 1991) - Untitled (2018)

This note was written by a child who was listening in on a bunch of artists discussing art and life.

the sea's poetic fluidity.

Hudson Williams | Balenciaga Show

Grace Jones in her restaurant ‘La Vie en Rose’ in 1987 in New York City. Credit: Peter Carrette Archive

David Cronenberg on the set of DEAD RINGERS

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