Letters - 2 / 15 Dear Self
Dear Self,
Repository for my random, mad writings, and occasional pieces of art. Whatever happens, happens.
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Showing posts with label Pain. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pain. Show all posts
Friday, April 26, 2019
Monday, April 1, 2019
Life - Altschmerz
Life - Altschmerz
n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.
n. weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had—the same boring flaws and anxieties you’ve been gnawing on for years, which leaves them soggy and tasteless and inert, with nothing interesting left to think about, nothing left to do but spit them out and wander off to the backyard, ready to dig up some fresher pain you might have buried long ago.
Labels:
Dictionary,
Obscure Sorrows,
Pain,
Quotes,
Sadness,
Sorrow,
Tragedy
Sunday, January 13, 2019
Quotes - Marie Kondo
Quotes - Marie Kondo
“The process of facing and selecting our possessions can be quite painful. It forces us to confront our imperfections and inadequacies and the foolish choices we made in the past…The things we own are real. They exist here and now as a result of choices made in the past by no one other than ourselves. It is dangerous to ignore them or to discard them indiscriminately as if denying the choices we made…It is only when we face the things we own one by one and experience the emotions they evoke that we can truly appreciate our relationship with them.” - Marie Kondo
“The process of facing and selecting our possessions can be quite painful. It forces us to confront our imperfections and inadequacies and the foolish choices we made in the past…The things we own are real. They exist here and now as a result of choices made in the past by no one other than ourselves. It is dangerous to ignore them or to discard them indiscriminately as if denying the choices we made…It is only when we face the things we own one by one and experience the emotions they evoke that we can truly appreciate our relationship with them.” - Marie Kondo
Tuesday, February 11, 2014
Liminality of Death - Light
Liminality of Death - Light
My friend,
we … are going home
I close your eyes now
we are going. Home.
Home.
My friend,
we … are going home
I close your eyes now
we are going. Home.
Home.
Labels:
Choices,
Death,
Explanation,
Game Design,
Liminality,
Moments,
Pain,
Poetry,
Writing
Sunday, September 15, 2013
Life - 4Am
Life - 4AM
It's 4 in the morning and I spat blood into the sink, cold water flows and my face is illuminated by a cascade of iridescent lightbulbs. I watch the copper tinge swirl twice around the clamshell cutout, and as my blood runs down, I realize I do not care.
It's 4 in the morning and I spat blood into the sink, cold water flows and my face is illuminated by a cascade of iridescent lightbulbs. I watch the copper tinge swirl twice around the clamshell cutout, and as my blood runs down, I realize I do not care.
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