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Lately, they were always reassuring each other that nothing was wrong; and probably it was true—life wasn’t supposed to be incredible, after all. Life wasn’t some incredible movie. Life was all the movies, ever, happening at once. There were good ones, bad ones, some went straight to video.
Bed by Tao Lin (via dangerousmindsandbeautifulw-blog)
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I think that mostly I am shocked by the world, by how incredibly hard everything is, how much of yourself you have to shut down just to be seen as a normal person and not as a raving madperson. And then to be expected to actually accomplish anything in that state of self-control seems hopeless – even that word “accomplish” I feel like I’ve accepted under duress and not without confusion. It must be the case that either most people catch onto things much faster than I, or the world is made up of a huge number of superheroes. I don’t think I’m the only one who thinks this. A few times I’ve said to people, “Can you believe how hard this is?” And they’ve always agreed with me, “Yes, it’s amazingly hard.”
Interview with Deb Olin Unferth by Tao Lin
Source: bookslut.com
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To me, the world remains a terrible place, worthy of all the negative attributes I’ve called it in the past. But I’m now gratefully convinced it’s also awe-inspiring and excitingly bizarre and complicatedly magical, a place of easily accessible wonder and pervasive, explorable, feelable mystery.
Trip: Psychedelics, Alienation, and Change – Tao Lin, Vintage Books, 2018 (via litcream)
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“She sometimes shuts her eyes, tight, and then opens them again, placing herself in next week’s Sunday. It’s a kind of time travel.”
– Tao Lin, from “Three Day Cruise,” Bed: Stories (Melville House, 2007)
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At Skylight Books in Los Angeles, I discussed McKenna’s idea that “our map of the world is so wrong that where we have centered physics, we should actually place literature as the central metaphor that we want to work out from,” as he explained in Shamanology (1984) in a quote I later taped to my wall and memorized and which continued: “Because I think literature occupies the same relationship to life that life occupies to death… In the sense that a book is life with one dimension pulled out of it and life is something which lacks a dimension which death will give it. I imagine death to be a kind of release into the imagination in the sense that, for characters in a book, what we experience is an unimaginable dimension of freedom.
Tao Lin, Trip (via ofresonance)
