“The worst sickness of men tends to originate in the sentimental way they try to combat their sicknesses. What seems like an easy cure, in the long run produces something worse than what it’s supposed to overcome. Fake consolations always have to be paid for with a general and profound worsening of the original complaint.”
-Nietzsche
Him “Oh you should see your face.”
Her: “What’s the matter with it?”
Him: “It’s lovely.”
Her: “Oh…!”
Him: “Now what’s the problem?”
Her: “I’m not hungry anymore, isn’t it glorious?”
Girls are so easy.
From “Charade,” Hulu’s Valentine’s Pick for people who don’t have any plans.
“Your vision will become clear only when you look into your heart. Who looks outside, dreams. Who looks inside, awakens.”
–Carl Jung
“Cynics are only idealists with awkwardly high standards.”
-Alain de Botton
Works on paper by Jeesoo Lee. She also does these amazing installations with found materials. I can’t wait to visit her studio when she gets back to Brooklyn from her artist residency in Santa Fe.
These lucite sculptures by Philip Low are fucking perfection. Want to touch badly.
1) Make sure that your mind is not clogged with heavy burdens such as: resentment, anger, secrets and the past. They can be heavy.
2) Make sure that your body is not clogged with excess fat and excrements.
3) Make sure that your wings are light and free. This is the most difficult proposition. Your wings cannot be free unless the whole world is free, because you are a part of the world.
4) However, there is a way for the whole world to be free. Just like your body, all it needs is to be unclogged and have good circulation. Circulation is the secret to freedom and the key to fly.
5) When the whole world is in good circulation we will all fly together.
6) Meanwhile, give wings to things around you so they will circulate.
-Yoko Ono
Yet each man kills the thing he loves,
By each let this be heard,
Some do it with a bitter look,
Some with a flattering word,
The coward does it with a kiss,
The brave man with a sword!
Some kill their love when they are young,
And some when they are old;
Some strangle with the hands of Lust,
Some with the hands of Gold:
The kindest use a knife, because
The dead so soon grow cold.
Some love too little, some too long,
Some sell, and others buy;
Some do the deed with many tears,
And some without a sigh:
For each man kills the thing he loves,
Yet each man does not die.
-Wilde
Guilty.
Yale: You are so self-righteous, you know. I mean we’re just people. we’re just human beings, you know? You think you’re God.
Isaac: I… I gotta model myself after someone.
Mixed feelings in black and white. Mostly re: Woody Allen, movie making, and life and shit.
(Screen caps from Allen’s Manhattan)
“Therefore let us agree that the idea of eternal return implies a perspective from which things appear other than as we know them: they appear without the mitigating circumstance of their transitory nature. This mitigating circumstance prevents us from coming to a verdict. For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
-Unbearable Lightness of Being
Trop trop trop. Tellement qu’il me blesse.
One thing at a time, takes way too much time.
A celebration of the Hindu new year in Bali where people completely devote the day and themselves to self-reflection.
Nothing is open, lights are turned off, and no one works, travels, talks, or even eats. The Balinese restrict themselves from everything they can in order keep this day.
And tomorrow is ngembak geni, where everyone makes an effort to ask each other for forgiveness.
How idyllic. How idyllic. How idyllic.
I’m hungry.
WANT.
