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Suzanne Rivecca, Ugly Bitter and True

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Carl Phillips, from “Civilization”, Then the War: And Selected Poems, 2007-2020

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I was fearfully afraid of being seen, of being met, of being recognized.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, from White Nights, 1848

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"You ask yourself: where are your dreams now? And you shake your head and say how swiftly the years fly by! And ask yourself again: what have you done with your best years, then? Where have you buried the best days of your life? Have you lived or not? Look, you tell yourself, look how cold the world is becoming. The years will pass and after them will come grim loneliness, and old age, quaking on its stick, and after them misery and despair. Your fantasy world will grow pale, your dreams will fade and die, falling away like the yellow leaves from the trees . . ."

— Fyodor Dostoevsky, from White Nights

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𝙵𝚢𝚘𝚍𝚘𝚛 𝙳𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚜𝚔𝚢, 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 [𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝟷𝟾𝟺𝟾]

[ID: For I don’t know how to be silent when my heart is talking. END ID]

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Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights  [originally published 1848]

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" It was a wonderful night, such a night as is only possible when we are young, dear reader. "

- Fyodor Dostoevsky, White Nights

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“She is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom.”

— Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Idiot

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Anais Nin, Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anais Nin, 1939-1947

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“We can spend our lives letting the world tell us who we are. Sane or insane. Saints or sex addicts. Heroes or victims. Letting history tell us how good or bad we are. Letting our past decide our future. Or we can decide for ourselves. And maybe it’s our job to invent something better.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Choke

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viaje al infinito | victor m. alonso

a la noche lunar que es mi vida

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The cost of sanity in this society is a certain level of alienation.

Terrence Mckenna

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tokaba art

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"A writer's heart, a poet's heart, an artist's heart, a musician's heart is always breaking. It is through that broken window that we see the world." -Alice Walker

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The night side of Saturn's largest moon, Titan. Sunlight scatters through Titan's atmosphere, forming purple and gray rings l NASA Cassini