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"When my daughter was born, my grandfather was dying of cancer in the same hospital. They told me they showed him a picture of her on a phone, and he started crying. They were going to wrap her up and bring her to him the next morning, but he died that afternoon."
Quand tu lis Jacques Rancière.
Some truly enlightening moments, but otherwise frustrating, insulting and ironic in its obscurantism - continuing to make art theory, aesthetics, philosophy and academia in general unnecessarily verbose, inaccessible and insular.
(This is directed towards Aesthetics and Its Discontents, the only Rancière work I have read).
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How could I forget those pink stucco walls, that sizzling August heat, those mountains looming always in the distance?
Isola del Gran Sasso, Italy, 2013
I just listened to “The Ketchup Song.” And I enjoyed it.
Oh my god who am I what is happening to me
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Ralph Waldo Emerson (via larmoyante)
The faultiness and erratic nature of my memory is more frustrating than I can put into words, but this is a consolation.
11:58 am 5,156 notes
I believe in momentary soul encounters
11:16 pm 191 notes
See I remember we were driving, driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
Wow. So glad to have (finally) discovered Tracy Chapman’s music.
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Today is officially my launch day for my indiegogo campaign!
I’m trying to raise 2000.00 $ to help with my one-month residency at Linea de Costa as well as help with my travels.
I’ll be travelling through Romance language countries in Europe, where…
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Montreal, Canada. Me & My Girl Holly, selected & found images, 2013.