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Spreading messages dilutes them. Even understanding them is a compromise. The language kills itself, expires inside its host. Language acts as an acid over its message. If you no longer care about an idea or feeling, then put it into language. That will certainly be the last of it, a fitting end. Language is another name for coffin.
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Epigraph from “Like A Rolling Stone: Bob Dylan at the Crossroads” by Greil Marcus.
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I love with such ferocity that it kills me when the object of my love shows by a phrase that he can escape. He escapes, and I am left clutching at a string that slips in out among the leaves on the tree-tops. I do not understand phrases.
Virginia Woolf, The Waves (via seabois)(via aqueljardin)
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“We were both tired, but not as nervous as we could have been facing the prospects of the day, because we had gone into a gentle form of shock that makes it easier to do one little thing after another, fragile step by fragile step, until you’ve done the big difficult thing waiting at the end, no matter what it is.
I think we have the power to transform our lives into brand-new instantaneous rituals that we calmly act out when something hard comes up that we must do.
We become like theaters.”
Richard Brautigan, The Abortion, “Genius” (via marksteffen)(via fuckyeahrichardbrautigan)
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It was all so sad. But it was all so beautiful, too.
Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan (via loveyourchaos)(via aqueljardin)
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Happy birthday to my hometown hero.
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mynameiscisco:
orangeyougladididnt:
infinite jest landscape. all the big characters i think? used garden of earthly delights for inspiration. wish i took more time with certain proportions/used a bigger color palette but this was a massive project already
I’ve still got so long to go. It’s no wonder the nickname of IJ is “Infinite Book.” Substituting a single syllable hardly constitutes a nickname, but the moniker is fitting. Every time I think I’ve really gotten into it and made a dent in the book, I look and realize I’ve still got a good 500+ pages left.Still… it’s pretty fantastic.
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EPHEMERA.
