after years of waiting nothing came

And you realize you're looking,
looking in the wrong place.

I am my own god.

—Bukowski

I think about life and I think about death, and neither one particularly appeals to me.

Thanks to this sign for the existential crisis

Thanks to this sign for the existential crisis

Foer on sadness

"He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach.  By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness.

I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad.  As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad.  I am not sad. I am not sad.

Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the mid-afternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else.  I am not sad.”

doorway

doorway

Stockholm, Sweden

Stockholm, Sweden

#bostoncalling #waitingforOfMonstersAndMen #andthenTheNational

#bostoncalling #waitingforOfMonstersAndMen #andthenTheNational

St. Patricks Day

St. Patricks Day

It will get better. Everything will be alright. Except it won’t, you know?

People see rock and roll as youth culture, and when youth culture becomes monopolized by big business, what are the youth to do? Do you, do you have any idea? I think we should destroy the bogus capitalist process that is destroying youth culture.

—Thurston Moore

Kings of Convenience - The Weight Of My Words (Four Tet Mix)

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