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amicus-noctis · 2 months
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“I looked up at the mass of signs and stars in the night sky and laid myself open for the first time to the benign indifference of the world.” ― Albert Camus, The Stranger
Painting by Rinat Voligamsi
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Server: want something to drink?
Hizashi: Maybe I do, maybe I don't. But whatever I choose will be the result of millions of biological, genetic, and societal factors that are entirely outside of my control.
Server: ...uh..
Server: *looks at Shouta*
Shouta: Iced tea.
Hizashi: oh, that sounds good, I'll have one too.
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t0uch-starved-h0e · 7 months
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kafkasapartment · 9 months
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Le Fils de l'Homme (The Son of Man, 1964), 2010. René Magritte. Lithograph on BFK Rives paper.
The background of Le Fils de l'Homme is not entirely clear. Some believe that the painting is a reference to the biblical story of Adam and Eve, and the apple that Eve eats from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. Others believe that the painting is a commentary on the nature of reality, and the ways in which our perceptions can be manipulated.
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the-birth-of-art · 3 months
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jezebelswar · 11 months
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epiphaniiii · 9 months
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I dance on my own grave. Don't touch me, I'm a sacred fool. And I'm the happiest.
Her Schrodinger's Cat, Mania 2003
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jjkitten76 · 1 year
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I was ashamed of myself when I realized life was a costume party, and I attended with my real face. -Franz Kafka
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gingerxstranger · 1 year
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Everyone is obsessed with physical appearance, but remember: true beauty lies in your boundless, untamed fury at the absurdity of existence.
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amicus-noctis · 4 months
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“The problem is not so much that the world limits your imagination as your imagination limits the world.” ― Karl Ove Knausgård, My Struggle: Book 3
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anqaspond · 16 days
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absurdism and existensialism are fucking great because you kinda lose that sense of desire, or you become so aware of it that you get to react to your desire with desire for desire. its a buddhists worst nightmare but for me its so fun. yes i want this useless trinket. it makes me happy and i get to pretend at being something more than myself. the smaller desires are at the same value as the bigger ones. there is yearning, yes, but even that then i desire.
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papergirl0 · 1 year
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You turn me inside out and then you want me outside in
You spin me all around and then you ask me not to spin
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nativeofvenus · 1 year
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kafkasapartment · 1 year
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Hope is a great thing, Larry. It's the only thing that makes life bearable. Without it, we'd all kill ourselves. But what if hope is false? What if it's just a dream, a pipe dream? It doesn't matter if it's false. As long as we believe in it, it gives us something to live for. It gives us a reason to get out of bed in the morning. But what if we wake up and find out that hope was just a dream? What then? Then we'll have to start all over again. We'll have to find a new hope, a new dream. But we can't give up hope. Without hope, we're lost.
Eugene O'Neill's play "The Iceman Cometh," Hickey and Larry, in Act IV.
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miseryandmadnesss · 11 months
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There is a dangerous line between escapism and reality; where one exists in your head and the other outside. That line is really more of a trench than anything else, where escapism and reality blend in to form another reality---somewhat of an illusion, but it is not so simple.
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Like two waves crashing into another, it becomes its own web of chaos. It lifts the sand on the seafloor, blurring everything in sight. You're lost before you could even settle in. And just when the sand dissipates, you see the shadows of creatures lurk and that starts a whole other spiral of paranoia. Sets off the melancholy of running away from your problems, finding a safe space to breathe and then remembering you need to make it to shore. To reality. You need to leave so you can stop drowning when you don't need to.
But all the while when you were sinking in, you were really thinking about the real world weren't you. How do I make money? Will my parents accept me? Will I make it out of here?
Will I ever make it?
What is the point in escaping when you don't have the luxury to let go? But we need to survive, and sometimes rose-colored glasses are better than opening your eyes in the sun. So, we fall, I fall into this trench of escaping reality. I get too stuck in one place though, my legs split between the two. I can't let go because I am scared I'll fall---either down the trench, or be swept up by the current and not make it to my escapist home or my real house. What if I drift somewhere else?
Then who will save me.
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w-i-m-m · 1 year
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