I got into this business because I love stories – they comfort us, they inspire us, they create a context for how we experience the world. But also, you have to be careful, because if you spend a lot of time with stories, you start to believe that life is just stories, and it’s not.
Life is life, and that’s so sad, because there’s so little time and what are we doing with it?
I got into this business because I love stories – they comfort us, they inspire us, they create a context for how we experience the world. But also, you have to be careful, because if you spend a lot of time with stories, you start to believe that life is just stories, and it’s not.
Life is life, and that’s so sad, because there’s so little time and what are we doing with it?
Looking at the pictures changed my mind. I remember I took them because I found myself thinking about suicide in the shower. Not in a dark way, but in the sense that we all die. Perhaps my wish was to be in control of my life and my death. I didn’t see anything dark about it. Part of me wants to say this was because I desired to live in a meaningful way. But what life isn’t meaningful?
Evan Kleekamp, from The Cloth, We Want It All: An Anthology of Radical Trans Poetics, eds. Andrea Abi-Karam & Kay Gabriel
(via lifeinpoetry)
Looking at the pictures changed my mind. I remember I took them because I found myself thinking about suicide in the shower. Not in a dark way, but in the sense that we all die. Perhaps my wish was to be in control of my life and my death. I didn’t see anything dark about it. Part of me wants to say this was because I desired to live in a meaningful way. But what life isn’t meaningful?
It is the casual drift of things that shapes our most fateful relationships. The life of each of us is a chapter of accidents.
Snow Dogs by John Gray
It is the casual drift of things that shapes our most fateful relationships. The life of each of us is a chapter of accidents.
Each was what the other had not chosen to be, the cast-off self, what he thought he hated but perhaps in reality loved.
Each was what the other had not chosen to be, the cast-off self, what he thought he hated but perhaps in reality loved.
Strangers on a Train by Patricia Highsmith
Somewhere between ‘I love you’ and ‘but’
is mankind, a giant loneliness strolling
through an even greater loneliness.
Negar Emrani (trans. Kaveh Akbar), “Somewhere Between the World and the Mirror,” published in Asymptote (via bostonpoetryslam)
Somewhere between ‘I love you’ and ‘but’
is mankind, a giant loneliness strolling
through an even greater loneliness.