I am so tired of doing this. Living.
I wish it was over.
The worse thing is anxiety. It consumes and destroys. Abstracts from reality. It tests my ability to think logically in a way that plain argument never will.
je ne sais pas
je ne sais pas
I don’t know
what is happening.
I’m blinded by the
everything is spinning.
to open my eyes.
but the blur
is always there.
in the corners.
How aware are you?
How bright are your eyes?
we abandon the self.
we abandon reality.
I will never understand.
A person has to live with that.
A philosopher has to adapt to that.
A woman needs to feel.
What the fuck are you doing?
How awkward are you?
I don’t know what I’m doing. I can’t feel reality.
I am overstimulated. Nothing but sensation for the past 36 hours.
"I am in the mood to dissolve into the sky."
Virginia Woolf (via standopen)
You have to be contradictions in order to find balance.
The line between blogs is slipping..
I love morality.
The question of freedom is complex.
The question of understanding.
Of manipulating your words in such a way that they become more clear.
Life is strange.
There are is too much to see.
But there is also art.
And manipulating clarity into something beautiful.
Maybe you were right Nietzsche.
Maybe being a writer can be fucking awesome.
You can only find your voice by using it.
Mobstr - The Story (2012)
The first installation of The Story was a simple “Once upon a time…” The artist expected maintenance crews to paint over his graffiti. As soon as the wall was cleaned, Mobstr proceeded with the second installation, which was then also painted over, and so on until the narrative was completed. His intention was to create an indirect “teamwork” between two opposing societal forces exemplified by street artist and street maintenance crew.
I am a philosopher. And I don’t fully believe in duty. My father broke my heart. I loved him. He was my protector. But he was an alcoholic. And he was verbally abusive to women. I am his daughter.