Nikoleta Sekulovic Virginia Woolf, 2024

lock in. tomorrow is too late.

You know, the unknown unknowns are basically black swans

lock in. head down.

الخوف مقبرة الإبداع! في بيئات العمل الحديثة، نكافئ كثيراً على الالتزام بالقواعد والسير في دائرة المعتاد ونعاقب بصمت أحياناً على الجرأة وكسر المألوف. فنعتاد الصمت، ونقدم الأفكار الآمنة، ونؤجل كل ما هو مختلف حتى يتآكل منا الشغف، وتخفت أصواتنا الداخلية شيئاً فشيئاً. قبل سنوات،

Larry Fagin & Ron Padgett

I tried to remember. Had there ever been a time when my heart didn’t race around her? When my hands weren’t drawn to her hands? When fighting with her didn’t feel like the end of the world? Jen St. Jude, If Tomorrow Doesn't Come

The Daily Tar Heel, North Carolina, May 24, 1928

She thought gloomily of her loneliness, of life’s futility, of the barren prose of reality.

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“Together in Solitude”

I have spent my annual leave in bed I couldn’t resist the stillness in the air And the sound of quietness

Better to be a warrior in a garden than a gardener at war

You were already leaving the room and I watched you push open the swinging door and I thought, I had the unbelievable notion: you wanted me. Which meant, which opened up, which permitted: I wanted you something terrible. Rebecca Dinerstein Knight, Hex

Saturday.