“My role in society, or any artist’s or poet’s role, is to try and express what we all feel. Not to tell people how to feel. Not as a preacher, not as a leader, but as a reflection of us all.”
9 October, 1940 -
8 December, 1980∞
R.I.P. to the flawed yet beautiful revolutionary for peace and love.
At any given moment, you do not exist. Your body exists, temporary though it may be. Still, you are not your body. You are merely an electrochemical process of your body. The continuity of your separate self is manufactured every few milliseconds by a hunk of warm grey meat between your ears. In the time it takes you to read this sentence, your brain has created you a thousand times, and it has left behind a thousand ghosts of you.
Venetian Canal by Alfred Stieglitz 1897
you walk into the apartment and there are rose petals leading you to your bed, past your bed, out the window, back around to the front door again, you’ve been following the path for several hours now. is this romantic? you’re hungry and scared