I watched the most recent Mad Men episodes again, and it’s just one of the greatest shows ever, and the best to begin post-Sopranos. Remarkable.
#127- Wings of Desire (1987)
"I now know what no angel knows."
When I look back, I am so impressed again with the life-giving power of literature. If I were a young person today, trying to gain a sense of myself in the world, I would do that again by reading, just as I did when I was young.
Poetry puts starch in your backbone so you can stand, so you can compose your life.
Let’s play Burn Read Rewrite.
It’s like Kill Fuck Marry, but with books.
Put three books in my ask.
You will learn that sometimes human beings have to just sit in one place and, like, HURT. That you will become way less concerned with what other people think of you when you realize how seldom they do. That there is such a thing as raw, unalloyed, agendaless kindness. That it is possible to fall asleep during an anxiety attack.
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I have so many feelings about Bill Masters you don’t even understand.
“The cradle rocks above an abyss, and common sense tells us that our existence is but a brief crack of light between two eternities of darkness.”
—Vladimir Nabokov, Speak, Memory
Darling, all night
I have been flickering, off, on, off, on.
It’s not about the words. It’s about the memories lost inside the words.
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