January 2011
For future reference, not my words, but relevant.
i think i like to allow myself to pretend something is real, when it isnt.
IM GOING TO STOP DOING THIS. FROM THIS VERY SECOND ON.
“As for sex. Well, of course I could’ve had sex. Guys will have sex with a...”
– The Freak by Carol Matas (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Art is a kind of innate drive that seizes a human being and makes him its...”
– Carl Jung (via thechocolatebrigade)
“But you have friends.
You have a lot of friends.
What do you offer your...”
– 4.48 Psychosis by Sarah Kane (via thechocolatebrigade)
“We’d just shared the last beer and slung the empty can out the window at a stop...”
– One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey (via thechocolatebrigade)
“If I am inhuman it is because my world has slopped over its human bounds,...”
– Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller (via thechocolatebrigade)
“One minute was enough, Tyler said, a person had to work hard for it, but a...”
– Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk (via thechocolatebrigade)
“Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act...”
– Intimacy by Hanif Kureishi (via thechocolatebrigade)
I think.
I’ve become more of a visual artist than a conceptual artist. My sensibilities have realigned themselves in such a way that I no longer invest that much effort into thinking through my work. Which although lucrative, isn’t quite the direction I was heading towards.
This year, I’ve become more materialistic, shallow and selfish. I’ve been building up a set of double...
“You are constantly told in depression that your judgment is compromised, but a...”
– Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression (via psychotherapy)
I want to make a film.
About everything and nothing. A film that’ll make you wish you were living that film. That every scene was an enactment of your past, present and future.
Gripped.
By this odd compulsion and yearning to teleport to the other end of the universe.
Still working on things I’ve been working on the day before.
Nothing really changes in the span of a few days.
Still smoking the same amount of cigarettes, telling myself the same old things.
But I never quite listen to what I’m saying.
The rain hasn’t let up. It’s been cold on campus the...
