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unwilling narrator

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— clarice lispector, the stream of life

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Everything everywhere all at once is a film about a girl ripping the entire universe apart just to find a part of her mother that she feels understands her. And everything everywhere all at once is a film about a mother ripping the entire universe apart just to understand her daughter. And my chest feels like it’s caving in when I think about it too long

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when simone de beauvoir said “i’m reliving it, neutralizing it, and transforming it into an inoffensive past that i can keep in my heart without either disowning it or suffering from it. that’s not easy. it’s at once painful and poetic.”

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E.E. Cummings, Complete Poems, 1904-1962

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“The past is a life sentence, a blunt instrument aimed at tomorrow.”

— Citizen: An American Lyric, Claudia Rankine

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“Blood and thorns. Come closer. If you love me, I’ll love you too.”

— Federico García Lorca, from Adelina out Walking; Collected Poems (ed. by Christopher Maurer)

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Yayoi Kusama   Infinity Room

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René Magritte (1898 – 1967) , Untitled

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you make me feel like i’ve just stepped into a patch of warm sunlight

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Natalia Osipova in Giselle (Royal Ballet) 

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Corrode by Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen

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“Beneath the moon of tender evenings”

— Jorge Luis Borges, from Rubaiyat; Selected Poems of J.L. Borges (ed. by Alexander Coleman)

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G A U D I’S  Barcelona Spain

© K. Albert

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“If sleep were a language, it would not sound like nothing but would instead materialize both longing and distance, history and myth.”

— Jennifer S. Cheng, “Dear Mao,” from House A

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“In love there are no vacations. No such thing. Love has to be lived fully with its boredom and all that.”

— Marguerite Duras (b. 4 April 1914)