nothing-to-give

"... and in the end know why less means more and leave what doesn't and keep what implies and create what matters."

see

"Will Navidson was no stranger to s[   ]ide. It sat on his shoulder more often than not: "It's there before I sleep, there when I wake, it's there a lot. But as Nietzsche said, 'The t[]ought of suicide is a consolation. It can get one through many a bad night.' "(See Dr. Hetterman Stone's Confidential: An In[   ]view With Karen Green 19[  ] Navidson often viewed his achievements with disdain, considered his direction vague, and frequently assumed his desires would []ever be met by life []o matter how f[  ]ly he lived it. However, unlike H[  ]loway, he converted his d[  ]pair into art. He [  ]lied on his eye and film to bring meaning to virt[     ] everything he e[]count[  ]ed, and though he paid the high price of lost interaction, he frequently conceived beautiful instances worthy of our time; what Robert Hughes famously referred to [  ] "Navidson's little windows of light." Flint would [          ]test [     ] while both Holloway and [  ]vidson camped in the same dale of depression, they were very dif[  ]rent in[  ]viduals: Navidson was merely a photographer while, to quote F[  ]nt "Holloway was a hunter who [   ] crossed the line into territories of aggress[]on" ... warned that while paths might differ, the end might no[]."

"It's not difficult to understand how children who have suffered from malnutrition or starvation need food and plenty of care if their bodies are to recover so they can go on to lead normal lives. If, however, the starvation is severe enough, the damage will be permanent and they will suffer physical impairments for the rest of their lives. Likewise, children who are deprived of emotional nurturing require care and love if their sense of security and self-confidence is to be restored. However, if love is minimal and abuse is high, the damage will be permanent and the children will suffer emotional impairments for the rest of their lives."

"As I listened to him rant on like this, I felt a growing pity for him. Horrible as his view of the world was, I couldn't help feeling sorry for a man who descended into such pessimism, who so willfully shunned the possibility of finding any compassion, grace, or beauty in his fellow human beings. Born was just thirty-six, but already he was a burnt-out soul, a shattered wreck of a person, and at his core I imagined that he must have suffered terribly, living in constant pain, lacerated by the jabbing knives of despair, disgust, and self-contempt."

suppression

I used to write songs, but that was years ago. The text posts you see here are quotes from different places (mostly books, but there are some quotes from songs, etc). I only make the artworks and the short tunes on my SC.

as we strive

penance

rough sleeper

endings

"... representing her choice of surface appeal over inner quality." "... had been starved of the early physical contact and imprinting required for a human being to develop any sense of empathy. ... he arrived forever and always as damaged goods, but this only added to his appeal." "He seemed to exist in his own permanent isolation, insulated by some terrible history of hardship and deprivation..."

and if

give up

Rant goes, "Really truly with her whole entire heart, does Echo hate somebody?" I go, doesn't Rant mean "love"? And Rant shrugs and says, "Ain't it the same thing?"

slow down

without