You only say “I didn’t give up” after you actually give up. Are you in danger? Of course not, you had no choice but to offer yourself as a victim, and that’s all right. We all try to hold time still at some point or another, even though time doesn’t stand still.– Page read by ROBERTO CORTEZ.
Day/Page/Sketch #467
What’s the difference between sleeping with the clothes you wore through the day, and changing your clothes before falling asleep? We stubbornly refuse to deal with reality until reality surrenders to us and gives us what we think and believe belongs to us.– Page read by JAEGER SMITH.
Day/Page/Sketch #466
The mud down my throat makes me speak slushy. It’s not that I’m weak to meditate, I just can’t afford to do anything with that voice. The weather forecast let you down because you’re too nice. Just be quiet now.
Day/Page/Sketch #465
The absence of air in a room with no windows and piles of dirty and clean clothes mixed together, unfolded. Unpaired shoes are littering the floor, there is nothing left to do. Your starring role is to play someone who feels less alone than you. Sorry, your horoscope lied to you today. Page read by NORA BERMAN.
Day/Page/Sketch #464
Are we in the same boat? I guess we are, although it seems we’re going always against the current. Should we steer towards somewhere? Or should we let fortune take us? Letting paper boats go with a wish feels so nice. Page read by Kat Belolli.
Day/Page/Sketch #463
Why should I bother? What is the meaning of all this? Why should I raise questions? It would be better if I would continue burying my emotions under layers of undisturbed expression, composed, contented, submissive, alone, in the company of ridiculous illusions.
Day/Page/Sketch #462
8:40 AM: The Havisham Hour. Day/Page/Sketch 462 of 513 from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. –I am indifferent when I am not disposed. I am not passive when I am resigned. When you create, you endanger your freedom and that makes some people uncomfortable. Freedom is not the absence of danger, as we are made to believe.– Page read by KATHRYN GARCIA here: http://goo.gl/XBMg1e. Visit http://www.HavishamHour.com to order fine prints, listen to previous podcasts, and to learn more about this project. ©2014 Julio Panisello.
Day/Page/Sketch #461
(In) Excuse me, are we a little boat? (Out) Never! (In) My mom says it won’t last. (Out) Everybody knows that! (In) Is this a trick? (Out) I need some beauty before I die. In and out, in and out, in and out.
Day/Page/Sketch #460
There is no relief in realizing how frightening it is to dissolve into an inky river after the person who’s supposed to pull you out of the flowing stream suddenly eclipses. Your head, the only part of your body above the cold, dark water, feels as solitary as the moments of profound regret. You’re alone with your own self-destructive thoughts, and you are going to freeze.
Day/Page/Sketch #459
The solitary side effects under the direct sun: rebirth, stillness, depth, serenity, pause, nourishment, privacy, release, growth, thoughtlessness, life. It all lasts an instant, we make last an instant.
Day/Page/Sketch #458
Some mornings I see symmetries flowing away with the sharp morning air. I like fireplaces, they remind me of the good parts of my grandfather. I’ve never stopped to think why we like to burn things up.
Day/Page/Sketch #457
The times I feel I will fall in sick precisely when my responsibility is indispensable. Ideas may seem more useless than things, but they hold the same power to wear you and tear you. When you think you may get sick, you get sick.
Day/Page/Sketch #456
8:40 AM: The Havisham Hour. Day/Page/Sketch 456 of 513 from Charles Dickens’ Great Expectations. –Those times when I feel like a resentful harlequin, drinking the bitter venom of others while being left in a corner to smile. I pull the petals of a daisy that a stranger slipped under the door: detains me, detains me not.– Page read by JULIO PANISELLO here: http://goo.gl/h61rCL. Visit http://www.HavishamHour.com to order fine prints, listen to previous podcasts, and to learn more about this project. ©2014 Julio Panisello.
Day/Page/Sketch #455
Inconsistency is natural. Inconsistency is not valued. Our environment wants us to be consistent to be successful, which means you have to be uncreative. Do me a favor, if you are an artist I beg you to be inconsistent.
Day/Page/Sketch #454
Being sentimental places you in a state where you stop participating in complexity, where you avoid reality. But if you avoid sentimentalism too much you are going to lose your innocence. Strike a balance.
The Havisham Hour 