it would be this one. Gott in Himmel.
How nice - to feel nothing, and still get full credit for being alive. — Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via honeyforthehomeless)
i have plenty of faith in the institution itself. but chuck the wrench that is myself into the gears, and nothing is trustworthy. all week it has been a wellspring of anguish, this new barrier between the conscious and the un-. now it falls into the fold as an ultimately unsurprising failing. tension is as tension does. lessons demand learning. i have no energy to spare for histrionics. or for caring. it is, whether i care or not. effort dooms intent. here and elsewhere upon elsewhere.
new icon. leaning into a practice-room lens flare. make of it what you will.
Lucretia Borgia Reigns in the Vatican in the Absence of Pope Alexander VI (c.1910) by Frank Cadogan Cowper.
Home is a place you can never return to; when you do you will find it is someplace else.
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The mammoth became kind of the first bald eagle, the first species people really identified with America because it was so big and powerful. It was everything that a new country wanted to see itself as. And it hit people hard when more and more evidence started emerging that mammoths were, in fact, extinct. They had to change the mammoth story and rewrite their feelings about it. The new story went that instead of America being so magnificent that it was filled with mammoths, it was actually an empty place just waiting for white settlers to take it over. God had wiped the mammoth out to clear the way for us. It’s another example of the narratives we build around creatures.
The Rumpus Interview With Jon Mooallem
read this article. it is not concise. but it is imperative.