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Leaving London for a week–– I always miss the city, looking forward to being back already (and who can blame me, just look at this light in the library)
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13.04.2023 • thursday
my friend and i are at a cafe, having a study date together<3. we had korean food for lunch and have been studying since!
🎧 wings by so!yoon!, phum viphurit // jam & butterfly by dpr live, crush, eaj
i just woke up to write this. but what if the highest form of the self is groggy and elsewhere and grumpy. what if the highest form of the self is also restless and impulsive. what if the highest form of the self is not a impersonal, detached feeling, a kind of obliteration, but a gentle, parental tolerance and concern for yourself.
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Chris Marker - If I Had Four Camels (1966)
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“An “angel” is anything that carries out a mission for God. This includes forces of nature. […] Photosynthesis? That’s an angel. Gravity? An angel. Magnetism? Angel. The Midrash in Bereishis Rabbah (chapter 1) says than an angel only performs one job. That job doesn’t have to be destroying Sodom; it could be peristalsis, centripetal force or condensation.”
— Rabbi Jack Abramowitz, Angels
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Had the last class of my MLitt degree today! Just got three essays and a dissertation to go
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Fata Morgana
a superior mirage caused by warm air resting on patches of colder air in an atmospheric duct that acts like a refracting lens. Objects on the horizon could appear to be mirrored, distorted, or float. This form of mirage could be the reason for the Flying Dutchman Legend.
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I brought a rabbit on a walk up the hill today, where it was cold and windy but we caught a little bit of sunshine.
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Everyone’s always like “how did jules Verne predict the submarine?” “How did Bradbury predict flat screen tvs?”
No one asks “how did Jane Austen predict the guy who won’t stop flirting with you by telling you about his shitty car?”
The best and worst thing about John Thorpe is that you met him yesterday...
Oh yes... And I recently met Wickham too, first you pity him, the eternal victim of injustices and once you get to know him better, you realise all these people who wronged him acted in self defense...
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Six vignettes by Mihu Vulcănescu (Romanian, 1937-1994)
For Lucian Blaga’s Antologie de poezie populară (Bucharest: Editura pentru literatură, 1966)
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carpethedamndiem
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each summer has a different taste
im so thankful anne carson wrote “i can feel that other day running underneath this one like an old videotape.” today a year ago, today 5 years ago, i can feel that day but i can also taste it and smell it and roll it in my hands , its contortions and distinct shape.
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top: Birdcage Inn (1998) bottom: Samaritan girl (2004)
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The most horrifying aspect of parents saying "my kid could do that" about art is that they never ever ever mean "wow my kid is good enough to be in a museum" and they always always always mean "I want to disrespect you so much I'll do it by implying that this thing is just as worthless as the things my child makes with their hands" and right in front of them too. Your kids can hear you u know, and the things they make with their hands are the least worthless and most precious aspects of human life I'll kill u
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Siobhán McKenna photographed by Gjon Mili in Ireland, 1956.
