Blurry Is The Only Way I Can See You

Jean-Michel Basquiat photographed by Tseng Kwong Chi in his Great Jones Street studio, 1987.

LOVE AS CONSUMPTION, ABSORPTION, REFLECTION

(aka bones and all made me insane)

peoplehood

AFTERSUN (2022) Charlotte Wells

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i spent the lousy winter forgetting you

and you still haven't disappeared

i see fragments of you in everything i do

i see you in the paintings i make

the poems i write

i hear you in the rain

i watch you move in the weeping willow tree

the birds are mocking me

they sing me a song i never can listen to

the leaves fall down

as my hope does

that i will ever really feel you again

the summer days are burning your last remnants out of my skin

at least i hope so

— Theodore Roethke, from “Straw for the fire.”

having conversations at work is like roleplaying as a functioning human being