can i just tell you how much fun it is to be living with two of the best people you know and to have a huge deck outside of your apartment that you can drink and smoke on and lie down on and watch the stars on and blast music on and then walk around downtown and have your roommate bring you ice cream in bed while the room is spinning and then spoon and pass out and wake up and never be lonely?
Being in darkness and confusion is interesting to me. But behind it you can rise out of that and see things the way the really are. That there is some sort of truth to the whole thing, if you could just get to that point where you could see it, and live it, and feel it … I think it is a long, long, way off. In the meantime there’s suffering and darkness and confusion and absurdities, and it’s people kind of going in circles. It’s fantastic. It’s like a strange carnival: it’s a lot of fun, but it’s a lot of pain.David Lynch
Vincent Gallo’s “Buffalo 66” (1998)
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The Japanese were famous, I knew, for their delight in lacrimae rerum and for finding beauty mostly in sadness; indeed, it was often noted that their word for “love” and their word for “grief” are homonyms-and almost synonyms too- in a culture that seems to love grief, of the wistful kind, and to grieve for love.Pico Iyer, The Lady and The Monk
für hildegard von bingen by devendra banhart
Lovers, Sunday Morning at Champs-Élysées, Paris, 1951 (Bert Hardy)