"I’m confused. Really confused. And it’s a lot deeper than you think. Deeper… darker… colder."
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via stxxz
Cai Guo-Qiang - Other Shore, 1997
June 5, 1989, Beijing, China.
photo: Vincent Yu
"Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry."
The Faceless Old Woman Who Secretly Lives in Your Home, Condos
"So, now I shall talk every night. To myself. To the moon. I shall walk, as I did tonight, jealous of my loneliness, in the blue-silver of the cold moon, shining brilliantly on the drifts of fresh-fallen snow, with the myriad sparkles. I talk to myself and look at the dark trees, blessedly neutral. So much easier than facing people, than having to look happy, invulnerable, clever. With masks down, I walk, talking to the moon, to the neutral impersonal force that does not hear, but merely accepts my being. And does not smite me down."
paul fortune’s ‘earthquake room’ taken from freestyle: the new architecture and design from los angeles (1986)
I feel paralyzed by awarness of world’s cruelty, by bloodstained hands and news in the newspapers, by modern dictators, by replacement of the power of right with the power of might, by anonymous corps, by inequity, by wrong values and by my own vulnerability and powerlessness
a woman letting you see her naked is her trusting you to the fucking core. don’t take it for granted. something like that may be minor to you but to her. its everything.
Anonymous said: how are you?
I can’t find proper words at the moment to describe the state of my mind, but I’m not unhappy, I’m just very very calm, like the sea during ebb tide
Frida Kahlo (1907.07.06-1954.07.13)