Why can’t I fall madly in love with anybody. Am I too demanding?

Is it too much to ask for someone who will totally blow me away? Someone I don’t feel the need to entertain. To teach me and show me things I’ve never imagined. Someone unashamedly themselves. Articulate. Impulsive and brash and witty and graceful and still slightly unsure of everything. Who only sees possibilities and not obstacles. Who can speak with her eyes and ears and soul. As light and flighty as a feather yet furious like a god damn pack of cheetahs. I want to feel like I’m in the presence of a goddess. Who can see straight through my poor mortal cloud of words sounds images and ideas. Who can hear not the words I say but the intentions I so ineffectively convey. Who won’t be afraid to beat me around a little, or tell me to shut up, and bring up things that need addressing. Who won’t allow coldness and resentment and apathy creep in. And if we fight and destroy everything we own only sees it as therapy. Who’s fine with having nothing and everything. Who’ll remember no matter how close we get we’re still individuals and death claims us all.

Who still believes in the dumb idea called “love.”


David Nicholls, Starter for Ten

Why would I want to go visit friends who never return calls…

when did i let go of the infinite? the restless daze, the absolute ocean, the constant falling, when did i stop wandering? somewhere the adventure shriveled up and puffed away. i rebuilt the cell and have been hitting my head against the wall. once you start differentiating that’s it. the aquifer dried up.

thankfully it’s coming back.

I just had a weird bonding moment with my sister. its like she was an actual human being for a moment rather than an abstract scribble with a “sister” label. it was nice, but i always get this strange feeling in my gut. it’s too surreal sometimes bonding with family. i’ve felt pretty distant from them all for a good portion of my life, it was always hard to relate. but only more recently am i taking liberty to cross boundaries i had assumed were there, as well as simply accepting them faults and all. i don’t know where they came from, who they were, how they see themselves, what their subject world is colored with. but they’re there. and with my sister its even more awkward, do i tell her not to do things? i don’t feel comfortable with that…. i can tell her to be careful with what she does. i always wish she were a little more conscientious, that she realized there’re so many more intricate and awesome facets to life than sweet 16s and reality shows. but meh…. i can’t control her, and i like that when i approach her as a friend she’s pretty open.


they had this ritual where they’d shove everything into a tiny glass bottle; pain, loss, memories, pocket lint, unmatched socks, and joy too - before the season changed and it went dormant for the winter - and a little message written to someone they knew they were supposed to have met long ago but the opportunity seemed simply to have stole away unannounced. standing on the tallest building reachable they’d stare down and drop the bottle. it was a vicarious act. no one really had the desire to actually ride the wake. the possibility that tomorrow may come and all of it will have simply shattered away wouldn’t allow it. the origins of the ritual are long forgotten, but it didn’t really matter. streets were littered with shards. tourists came to admire the beauty of the melancholy stained mosaic; willfully turning an eye all it belied.

The way the thought of suicide will just slip in for a moment in a gap between thoughts. Like any moment I could just open the car door and roll out, lean a little farther over the balcony, simply keep walking into the traffic. It would happen so seamlessly, so effortlessly.


Is there any motif so malleable, so ripe for appropriation, as maps? They can act as shorthand for ready metaphors: seeking location and experiencing dislocation, bringing order to chaos, exploring ratios of scale, charting new terrains. Maps act as backdrops for statements about politically imposed boundaries, territoriality, and other notions of power and projection. Mapping and art movements are equally susceptible to shifting and political and aesthetic winds. Like artworks, maps are selective about what they represent, and call out differences between collective knowledge and individual experience. Artists use maps to respond to social and economic globalization, and to find orientation amid cultural volatility. And some artists include maps in their artworks not for their semiotics but because they can adapt cartographic systems to their uses or simply because they are drawn to the line and shape of the map’s vocabulary.

Reflecting the diversity of contemporary artistic practice, there is little artists haven’t done with maps; they fold, pleat, trace, encase, weave, and crumple them; they burn down, twist, tear apart, and stitch together every kind of cartographic document imaginable. One artist mapped her sweat, a pair of artists mapped the wrinkles and folds of their skin, and another charted her every movement for weeks on end. Artists make maps of memories, mental states, and futuristic visions. There are maps made from an unravelling sweater, green tennis balls, and slabs of meat; in my research I discovered more than one map made of bubblegum. I regret not seeing, in person, one of William L. Pope’s maps of the United States made of thousands of rotting hot dogs.

[…] Rather than establish “meanings”, artists mess with received wisdom and poke fun at assumptions, rousing viewers to reconsider cultural truths. Traditional maps assert “This is how the world is, ” and expect the reader to agree. Artists’ maps countermand that complicity, saying “This is my vision, and I encourage you to construct your own.”


Katherine Harmon & Gayle Clemens, The Map as Art: Contemporary Artists Explore Cartography (via nineteencigarettes)

the whole world gathered to see him; standing there, shouting, screaming, flailing, crying, tearing out his hair, heart, lungs, gasping, disrobing, gouging his eyes out, disfiguring himself, the screams left that tinge of iron from the taste of your blood but in your ear, no one knows what he was trying to say, he doesn’t either, nor do they really know who or how they came to see him. there he stood, disassembled. and out of the shards lying on the ground emerged what seemed like some kind of bird, or maybe it was a cat, a worm, snake, dolphin, wait…. it wasn’t actually alive, it was just a crumbled piece of paper with the words “shhhh it won’t stop” scribbled on it.

then the closest person in his vicinity took to the pulpit and did likewise. This continued until every single person had disintegrated. The world sighed relief. The instruments rested. There were no eyes to watch and the world could make itself comfortable at last. It folded into itself and there was no more.

there was no more.

If only i could physically hand out my feelings to everybody. I think they’d like em.

surely the sun scales roll off
paper thin smooth sets round
descends my dear
digitized angels approach
don’t worry, they’re friends my dear

wilting; saline empress commands
subjects circle in drunken dance
but there’s no entrance


Greg Girard

The ants filed in ranks, climbing, consuming

"well… what a thought"

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