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Point of View - Silverchair

This song needs more attention. :)

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The Church Yard at Neuve Chapelle, taken during the battle, 10 March 1915. 

What remained of the churchyard with the re-erected crucifix, in 1919.

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“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in.That's what this storm's all about.”

Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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Poison for the Fairies (1984)

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I had this feeling suddenly. I get this feeling a lot, but I don’t know if there’s one word for it. It’s not nervous or sad or even lonely. It’s all of that, and then a bit more. The feeling is I don’t belong here. I don’t know how I got here, and I don’t know how long I can stay before everyone else realizes that I am an impostor. I am a fraud. I’ve gotten this feeling nearly everywhere I have ever been in my life. There’s nothing you can do about it except drink some water and hope that it subsides. Or you can leave.

I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.

(1) Czeslaw Milosz, New and Collected Poems: 1931-2001 (2) Leila Sales, This Song Will Save Your Life (3) Daniela Fischerová, Fingers Pointing Somewhere Else (4) Wisława Szymborska, tr. by Clare Cavanagh and Stanisław Barańczak, from “The Railroad Station”, Map: Collected and Last Poems (5) Daul Kim (6) Sarah Kay, from “The Paradox”, No Matter the Wreckage

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my morning coffee / jupiter

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Nadezhda Mandelstam, from "Hope against Hope: A Memoir," originally published in 1970

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You still have time to change!

(Words sewn into a leaf)

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“I close my eyes, but I can’t fall asleep, my body dying for rest while my mind’s wide awake.”

— Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore

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Joni Mitchell’s handwritten lyrics to her song, “River.”

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two large ceramic vases I handbuilt and painted

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1916 Wedding portrait unidentified couple. From The Forgotten Splendour, FB.

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Franny Choi, from "I Guess By Now I Thought I’d Be Done With Shame"

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Half of what I say is meaningless

But I say it just to reach you, Julia

Julia, Julia

Ocean child calls me...

Julia- The Beatles

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Auguste and Leon Lumiere . Still life with flowers and oranges . 1907 . Autochrome

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“I — so imperfect, so weak, so unspeakably lonely.”

— Virginia Woolf, from The Waves