missing you & missing the ocean, a forever story
I am still trying to rise up from the loveliness of dying objects
into the loveliness of whatever it is they point to. I’m trying
to get at just how things are, to adjust to that, but then I start
shaking. Isn’t that how it is with you?
——Frank X. Gaspar, from It Was So Dark Inside The Wolf 

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Anais Nin 
always midnight, whatever time it is

To tell you as a warning: there are things people do that will fuck you up. Set you on fire, fan the flames, pull you towards the piles and piles of wood all slick-ready with gasoline, the bullets, the roaring crackle of electricity, the splinters and the knives and the hard smooth rocks. And you’ll barely be able to turn your head, face the silhouettes of their receding bodies—no one wants to watch, no one stays until the very end of an execution—while you burn and the embers are floating like tiny satellites in the constellation of your life, was it only worth this much light? But it is rebirth, it is benediction, charred hands in naked stretches of land, an entire road ahead, unpaved, unlittered. Brand new soul, brand new moon. Not to be forgotten.

He had the curious feeling she wanted to move away from him, away among others choosing their food, among them, these strangers not only of this night, but of all her life outside the encounters in her profession, the dissection of their being into body parts. Here, among closely mingled lives that had no connection with hers and his—if she lost herself among these others she escaped from what held the two of them bound more tightly than love, than marriage, a bag tied over their heads, unable to breathe any air but that of something terrible that had happened on another Friday night.
——nadine gordimer, the house gun
I’m not afraid to compete. It’s just the opposite. Don’t you see that? I’m afraid I will compete — that’s what scares me. That’s why I quit the Theatre Department. Just because I’m so horribly conditioned to accept everybody else’s values, and just because I like applause and people to rave about me, doesn’t make it right. I’m ashamed of it. I’m sick of it. I’m sick of not having the courage to be an absolute nobody. I’m sick of myself and everybody else that wants to make some kind of a splash.
——Franny & Zooey, the best
horizons

so happy I was invited
give me a reason to get out of the city
see you inside watching swarms on TV
living and dying in New York means nothing to me
I gave my heart to the army
the only sentimental thing I could think of
with cousins and cousins somewhere overseas
but it’ll take a better war to kill a college man like me.
I’m too tired to drive anywhere anyway right now
do you care if I stay?
you can put on your bathing suits
and I’ll try to find something on this thing that means nothing
losing my breath—
you and your sister live in a lemonworld
I want to sit in and die.

this pricey stuff makes me dizzy
I guess I’ve always been a delicate man
takes me a day to remember a day
I didn’t mean to let it get so far out of hand
I was a comfortable kid
but I don’t think about it much anymore
lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth
and we can say that we invented a summer lovin’ torture party


——lyrics that read like poetry, etc

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Last summer we canoed to an old prospector’s cabin on the lake. The days were hot and dry and the swimming cool and clear and crisp. Each night a storm rushed in upon us, lightning flickering on the mountains. [ on instagram ]
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The lighting in this space is stunning. Reaffirms my desire for simplicity in interiors. 
You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
——robin williams