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It creeps up on me

I feel it crawling

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I know it’s got a hold on you

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— June 1, 1912 / Franz Kafka diaries

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Dim room with a candle lit

To see my bright screen with my overshadowed hands holding this device

Attempting to form a coherent thought

All that is here is now, all that is now is here

Presence wavers like a candle’s flame, clinging to form as wind slips through the cracks of an open window

Take me with the wind

The question remains

The only way is through

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it is sad to me how our hands are growing idle, losing the tangible intimacy of beloved objects...something about the way touch deepens connection; the soft rustling of pages, the familiar click of a VHS slotting in, the crisp snap of opening the dvd case — the small, tactile rituals that once made love and memory tangible are slowly fading into intangible echoes. there was a kind of reverence in the way we handled tapes and DVDs, how mindful we were of fingerprints, scratches, and dust. to lend a favorite VHS or cassette was an act of trust —Here. This is a piece of me. Take care of it.

now, everything is becoming instant, weightless, intangible, impersonal, and the saddest part is that by losing the delicate act of handling what we love, we also lose the proof that we ever held it at all.

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Anaïs Nin in a diary entry wr. c. January 1933, from in The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. I: 1931-1934

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City Palace complex, Udaipur, Rajasthan, India

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The Times of the Day, Alphonse Maria Mucha