ARET-MONË

You’re the author

life is not a dream. Beware. And beware. And beware. so many think because Then happened, Now isn’t. But didn’t I mention the ongoing “wow” is happening right now? We are all co-authors of this dancing exuberance where even our inabilities are having a roast. We are the authors of ourselves, co-authoring a gigantic Dostoevsky novel, starring clowns. This entire thing we’re involved with called the world, is an opportunity to exhibit how exciting alienation can be. Life is a matter of a miracle that is collected over time by moments, flabbergasted to be in each other’s presence. The world is an exam to see if we can rise into direct experience. Our eyesight is here as a test to see if we can see beyond it. Matter is here as a test for our curiosity. Doubt is here as an exam for our vitality. Thomas Mann wrote that he would rather participate in life than write 100 stories. Giacometti was once run down by a car, and he recalled falling into a lucid faint, a sudden exhilaration, as he realized that at last something was happening to him. An assumption develops that you cannot understand life and live life simultaneously. I do not agree entirely. Which is to say I do not exactly disagree. I would say that life understood is life lived. But the paradoxes bug me, and I can learn to love and make love to the paradoxes that bug me. And on really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion. Before you drift off, don’t forget. Which is to say, remember. Because remembering is so much more a psychotic activity than forgetting.

"I discovered today that I’m completely alone in the universe"

Candy Flavoured cigarette?

Candy Flavoured cigarette?

Tasty

Tasty

"We are unutterably alone, essentially, especially in the things most intimate and most important to us"

maggiekapture:

Grahamstown, South Africa
Photo: Jordan Mntungwa

Reblogged from maggiekapture

maggiekapture:

Grahamstown, South Africa

Photo: Jordan Mntungwa

"Seeing someone slowly lose interest in you is probably the worst"

Purple

Purple

Catch a fire.
Chicken Master.
Taxi town.

Women at work

Women at work

mkokay

Reblogged from mamaputlewallflower

mkokay

(Source: cineraria)

Corner shop

Corner shop

"Creation seems to come out of imperfection. It seems to come out of a striving and a frustration."

"I think we have a feeling of almost spiritual communion and that feeling might be transient but I think it’s what we live for"

"On really romantic evenings of self, I go salsa dancing with my confusion"