1. #295

    a mind is a terrible thing to have.



  2. #294

    i was drawn to all the wrong things: i liked to drink, i was lazy, i didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. i was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. i didn’t make for an interesting person. i didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. what i really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. on the other hand, when i got drunk i screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. one kind of behavior didn’t fit the other. i didn’t care. - CHARLES BUKOWSKI



  3. #293

    almost. it’s a big word for me. i feel it everywhere. almost home. almost happy. almost changed. almost, but not quite. not yet. soon, maybe. - JOAN BAUER



  4. #292 - about black marble: the next chapter

    now it’s about late sunsets and bright bold colours. it’s still hopeless but more in a tropical way. it’s always warm, even when it’s raining. it’s not about concrete buildings any more but it’s not really about wood cabins and forests. there’s still moths, cause moths are beautiful and it’s still about decadence. but more about the decadence of feelings instead of things. i guess it’ll be always about decadence and hopeless because that’s what i’ll always be fascinated by. but i keep discovering beautiful things all around, although everything is rotten. but who cares?



  5. #291

    love fills all my holes.




  6. #290

    it’s not about fashion, it’s about feeling powerful - LYKKE LI



  7. #289

    whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. cd distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. it’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. the distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. the blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. the excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them. - BRIAN ENO



  8. #288

    i overcame myself, the sufferer; i carried my own ashes to the mountains; i invented a brighter flame for myself. - FRIEDRICH NIETZSCHE



  9. #287

    to say: no person, trying to take responsibility for her or his identity, should have to be so alone. there must be those among whom we can sit down and weep, and still be counted as warriors. (i make up this strange, angry packet for you, threaded with love.)//i think you thought there was no such place for you, and perhaps there was none then, and perhaps there is none now; but we will have to make it, we who want an end to suffering, who want to change the laws of history, if we are not to give ourselves away. - ADRIENNE RICH



  10. #286

    thought is always out in front. it sees too far, farther than the body, which lives in the present. - ALBERT CAMUS