“What goes on inside is just too fast and huge and all interconnected for words to do more than barely sketch the outlines of at most one tiny little part of it at any given instant.”

- David Foster Wallace, Oblivion

“I am alone in a hostile world. The human face is hideous. This is to my liking. I want to be dashed like a stone on the rocks. I like the passing of face and face and face,deformed,indifferent. I am sick of prettiness; I ride rough waters and shall sink with noone to save me.”

- Virginia Woolf,The Waves.

“Male fantasies, male fantasies, is everything run by male fantasies? Up on a pedestal or down on your knees, it’s all a male fantasy: that you’re strong enough to take what they dish out, or else too weak to do anything about it. Even pretending you aren’t catering to male fantasies is a male fantasy: pretending you’re unseen, pretending you have ( Read more... )

Once Again I Fail to Read an Important NovelInstead, we sit together beside the fountain ( Read more... )

“You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I don’t need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth, your hands holding onto me, the nails leaving unfelt wounds, your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us.”

- Henry Rollins

“Leave the house before you find something worth staying in for.”

- Banksy

( pirouettes and figures-eights under our feet )

Above the lawn the wild beetles mate ( Read more... )

Still, there is something predatory in the act of taking a picture. To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them they can never have; it turns people into objects that can be symbolically possessed. Just as the camera is a sublimation of the gun, to photograph someone is a ( Read more... )

“You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and-
Just tired.
So am I.”

― E.E. Cummings

( startled like the devil had gotten into her )

“Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing. He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat. Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake. He’s making sure you’re always distracted. He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed. He’s making sure your imagination withers. Until it’s as useful as your ( Read more... )