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Picnic at Hanging Rock

“Admit it. You aren’t like them. You’re not even close. You may occasionally dress yourself up as one of them, watch the same mindless television shows as they do, maybe even eat the same fast food sometimes. But it seems that the more you try to fit in, the more you feel like an outsider, watching the “normal people” as they go about their automatic existences. For every time you say club passwords like “Have a nice day” and “Weather’s awful today, eh?”, you yearn inside to say forbidden things like “Tell me something that makes you cry” or “What do you think deja vu is for?”. Face it, you even want to talk to that girl in the elevator. But what if that girl in the elevator (and the balding man who walks past your cubicle at work) are thinking the same thing? Who knows what you might learn from taking a chance on conversation with a stranger? Everyone carries a piece of the puzzle. Nobody comes into your life by mere coincidence. Trust your instincts. Do the unexpected. Find the others…”

― Timothy Leary

I am. Infinit.


Artwork - "Strength" by Emily Balivet

Cries and Whispers

Winter

Picnic at Hanging Rock

YULE

To Hope

..."Should Disappointment, parent of Despair, Strive for her son to seize my careless heart; When, like a cloud, he sits upon the air, Preparing on his spell-bound prey to dart: Chase him away, sweet Hope, with visage bright, And fright him as the morning frightens night!”...

John Keats

• « This Love », Jacques Prévert, 1946
  
  

  This love

  So violent So fragile So tender So hopeless This love Beautiful as the day And bad as the weather When the weather is bad This love so true This love so beautiful So happy So joyous And so pathetic Trembling with fear like a child in the dark And so sure of itself Like a tranquil man in the middle of the night This love that made others afraid That made them speak That made them go pale This love intently watched Because we intently watch it Run down hurt trampled finished denied forgotten Because we ran it down hurt it trampled it finished it denied it forgot it This whole entire love Still so lively And so sunny It's yours It's mine That which has been This always new thing And which hasn't changed As true as a plant As trembling as a bird As warm as live as summer We can both of us Come and go We can forget And then go back to sleep Wake up suffer grow old Go back to sleep again Dream about Death Awake smile and laugh And feel younger Our love stays there Stubborn as a mule Lively as desire Cruel as memory Foolish as regrets Tender as remembrance Cold as marble Beautiful as day Fragile as a child It watches us, smiling And it speaks to us without saying a word And me I listen to it, trembling And I cry out I cry out for you I cry out for me I beg you For you for me for all who love each other And who loved each other Yes I cry out to it For you for me and for all the others That I don't know Stay there There where you are There where you were in the past Stay there Don't move Don't go away We who loved each other We've forgotten you Don't forget us We had only you on the earth Don't let us become cold Always so much farther away And anywhere Give us a sign of life Much later on a dark night In the forest of memory Appear suddenly Hold your hand out to us And save us.
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