Nothing tells memories from ordinary moments; only afterward do they claim remembrance, on account of their scars.

Chris Marker, La Jetée.

Irony

I detest objectification but desire having my picture taken.

A cage filled with light...

 

Hello [Darkness My] Old Friend

This isn't my preferred style of music at all but the lyrics and the video are so whimsical that they inspired my mind with such magical imagery that despite being sick and bed-bound I just want to create. I have all of these enchanting spaces and film reels looping through my head but I never know through which medium to free them. I think this has always been the first requirement I hold for any potential career--that to some extent it lets me dream for a living. I feel like a life of continual inspiration and immersion in fantasy might be the trick to sustaining the child inside.

you loved ugly so much it became you

Heartbreaker

Got my heart-shaped necklace after all--now for grounds to wear my heart in the open.

There is a reason the letters for hope lurk in the word misanthrope. Obscured in part, perhaps a little frightened, but they are there.