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A happiness without an object, a horse alone among the waves, a loom weaving the wind
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You think you can just stop 😐 when you're ready for a change who will take care of you when you're old and dying YOU BURN IN THE MEKONG TO PROVE YOUR WORTH GO LONG GO LONG RIGHT OVER THE EDGE OF THE EARTH...
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things that will last a long time that you forgot to consider
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Bruce Davidson Chicago, 1989 Archival pigment print 16 × 20 in 40.6 × 50.8 cm
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Back feels like it’s about to snap in half from period pain today. I’ve been living and working at the hostel here and I’m so happy and grateful for these connections I’m building but right now… I would really like to have somewhere private to close the door and cry. A little overwhelmed.
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Mother watching her girls dancing in the rains, she sees herself, and she sees something that she loves.
Dhaka, Bangladesh
Photo: Istiak Karim
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“You can always cope with the present moment, but you cannot cope with something that is only a mind projection - you cannot cope with the future.”
— Eckhart Tolle
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How is everyone feeling lately? What you have you been enjoying? What are you dreaming of?
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haven’t had much to say lately. just collecting thoughts and letting them simmer like a good soup . waiting
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“The exercise of imagination is dangerous to those who profit from the way things are because it has the power to show that the way things are is not permanent, not universal, not necessary. Having that real though limited power to put established institutions into question, imaginative literature has also the responsibility of power. The storyteller is the truthteller.”
–Ursula K. Le Guin, The Wave in the Mind (2004)
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A woman in all red walks past me with her two white dogs in red sweaters I walk past in all blue with a black dog I cannot get away from the idea that time is not linear And that emotion makes us reach a moment where it happens all at once But not a moment My love says this knowledge of mine is the most basic: a given Something we are left with He will never lose anyone the way I have He will never lose me until I am dead You and I, my reader, we exist in a timeless way Always in space and time together I do not touch you But I write these words to you Out of love, or hate, or both What grand a feeling I feel for you And yet it is very small In the utter blackness Or blankness Where an all-emotional head Lifts two eyes with a dark heart I am not sure if it is this head, or you, Who speaks to me I know I am lost forever, floating Forever fragmented And that this either brings me comfort or despair, or both Because I know that you and I will never be together Such a vast and endless sense of nothingness For this alone, I speak
Time by Dorothea Lasky
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Selections from the ongoing Before Freedom series by Adam Rouhana
“To show my photos of Palestine now, is to say: we are here, in Palestine – and we’re not going anywhere” – Adam Rouhana
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