“Body moving, / you are suddenly six inches off the ground with everyone below you, / their hands stretched forward to touch: your shining body in the disco light.” 🪩
From “On Defense of the Drag Queen” by Trey Freund (@TreyFreund_12)
Read: https://t.co/ZNMNpc3FUn
turns out, reading a lot, exercising, loving people without expecting anything back, protecting your alone time, focusing only on improving yourself, and sometimes staying out late with friends who make you laugh until it hurts is a pretty good way to live.
This is a huge deal for Downtown and Little Tokyo. I worked in the Kajima building for nearly a decade. It was hollowed out by COVID. So glad to see the ground level activation with such a wonderful community resource!
When my boss told me he used AI to help him buy his first car, and I said “That must be lonely. Do you not have friends to ask about that kind of thing?” and signed off of Slack and left the company
reading old american radical literature is so funny bc you'll get like a 300 page critique of capitalism, worker abuse, poverty, terrible living conditions, and then the solution is always public education. no one has ever believed in the people more than an 1830s labor radical.
swords around me but ever since experiencing true love i'm totally mystified by (even jokey) gender slop of the formula: women x, men y, am i right.
because the Beloved transcends gender and genre. the Beloved is sui generis. the Beloved is waves of light trapped in matter
Clarice Lispector:
Language is my human effort. My destiny is to search and… return empty-handed. But—I return with the unsayable. The unsayable can only be given to me through the failure of my language. Only when the construction fails, can I obtain what it could not achieve.
ever since i started measuring my success by how deeply i slept, how often i laugh, how much beauty i notice,
how connected i feel to God, how frequently my heart feels at peace,
my life improved.
The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
What we learn from reading Hegel is that origins are always elsewhere and that being is never in its place. “Where are you from?” “What is the cause of this thing?” The answer always lies elsewhere. Never here. The only origin point is the void point.