We need not to be let alone. We need to be really bothered once in a while. How long is it since you were really bothered? About something important, about something real?
The world has changed you. In past lives, you were a crumbling hillside, a fractured bone, a sobbing mother. Stupid girl. You weep for all the broken homes you have been, the tired faces you have made. How can you not see how you have evolved? I looked at you today, and saw that you are no longer an eye out of socket. You are the plot of land I grew up on, the shattered piece of glass lodged in my foot. When did you become so powerful? Stop trying to lock your heart away; it is too heavy to be carried away over night. Stomp you feet at those who are not patient enough to sit and watch you grow like grass. Then clap your hands for them because they were not burdened by seeing you in the form of cracking dirt. Watch yourself and see that you are not broken anymore. You are a shape shifter, and that is nothing if not beautiful.
Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express and convey and capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You’ve only got so long to live. You’re getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it’s hot.
In a world of Photoshop, it’s not often that you find a project like the one above done without any post-processing.
In the self portraits above, JeeYoung Lee spends weeks and sometimes months creating elaborate scenes in her tiny 11.8 x 13.4 x 7.8-foot studio.
Studio Dreamscapes Created By Hand
These interesting figures were made with beads .____.
I don’t really know how someone goes about making something like this but it’s super neat
Screenshots from the comic Jl8 by Yale Stewart
With some people, the minute you start talking, it feels like you’ve known them for years. It only means that you were suppose to meet sooner. You’re feeling all the time you should’ve known each other, but didn’t. That time still counts. You can definitely feel it.
Time is tricky. You have whole months, even years, when nothing changes a speck, when you don’t go anywhere or do anything or think one new thought. And then you can get hit with a day, or an hour, or a half a second when so much happens it’s almost like you got born all over again into some brand-new person you for damn sure never expected to meet.
She loved three things — a joke, a glass of wine, and a handsome man.