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What is looking up from your reading to watch cars passing by in the air a symbol of?

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L.

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Again

Shiver the day away until it goes to waste; again. The day lingers on you, and yet it is but liquid to your grasp. Sigh; again. Listen for the day leaving, listen inert and useless; again.

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E. Hopper

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L.

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El hedonismo como paliativo de la insatisfacción

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(El hedonismo tortuoso, el hedonismo engaño, el hedonismo la mañana siguiente, el banquete que no basta, el banquete de la noche anterior, el banquete podrido y triste)

 

 

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Impasse, ápora, blank wall.
(An impossibility of communication, yet an outright belief in it — Let’s let images tear apart for its sake, like pebbles)

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pomegranate

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In the open space before me,
just ten inches from my ribs,
an intangible, entangled
bunch of cut off nerves and skin
that was once a living body
and attatched as if by strings.

Phantom limb, you are my sorrow,
and I feel you night and day.
Phantom limb, a hideous torture
that will never go away.

When the ties have all been broken
and our bodies gone astray,
there remains a secret contour
–full of emptiness it sways–
and it pulls at me with hovering
weight through which the light can play.

Phantom limb, you are my sorrow,
and I feel you night and day.
Phantom limb, a hideous torture
that will never go away.
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Listen to “Phantom Limb”

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L.

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Cansancio y ánimo alicaído.

Como el árbol de mi ventana.

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L.

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El soundtrack de esta foto es “Bittersweet melodies for mornings”, del joven A.

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El post está dedicado a todos los que no fuimos al aereopuerto a ver salir aviones.

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L.

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