god's lonely man

Koo Bohnchang

shana cave

The Grid - Rollercoaster (1994)

creating save me

save me joy of creation

teenage me and current me are both depressed directionless girls, the only difference is that current me started appreciating the beauty of the world and realized how good it is to be alive despite it all

true true true

i hate it when i cant even write a poem about something because its too obvious. like in the airbnb i was at i guess it used to be a kids room cause you could see the imprint of one little glow in the dark star that had been missed and painted over in landlord white. like that's a poem already what's the point

you get it. you get the themes. i dont have time to do it justice. just look at it its on the ceiling

these exchanges and this fiddling about for the collective to appreciate in passing is, to me, true artistic spirit. I don't know what the past was truly like to live, but in my heart i know that humans have always been... like this

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

no longer asking what’s wrong with me i don’t believe i care to know

Charles Bukowksi, Love is a Dog from Hell: Poems 1974-1977; from 'texan'

The last few street view studies I’ve made - Norway, Galicia, Yssykkol, Ireland, Russia. 

On Kawara, 1966