bright smoke

In east on 11/15/2014 at 2:06 pm

ARTIST: tamara lichtenstein

O teach me how I should forget to think (1.1.224)

William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet


for the lost ones

In west on 11/06/2014 at 5:22 pm

Heart weeps.
Head tries to help heart.
Head tells heart how it is, again:
You will lose the ones you love. They will all go. But even the earth will go, someday.
Heart feels better, then.
But the words of head do not remain long in the ears of heart.
Heart is so new to this.
I want them back, says heart.
Head is all heart has.
Help, head. Help heart.

lydia davis


No. 9

In Uncategorized on 10/16/2014 at 1:08 pm

Look at the sky: that is for you. Look at each person’s face as you pass on the street: those faces are for you. And the street itself, and the ground under the street and the ball of fire underneath the ground: all these things are for you. They are as much for you as they are for other people. Remember this when you wake up in the morning and think you have nothing. Stand up and face the east. Now praise the sky and praise the light within each person under the sky. It’s okay to be unsure. But praise, praise, praise.

No One Belongs Here More Than You, Miranda July



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