When I was a little kid I loved to eat my lunch at school under the huge climbing rose in the courtyard. I just loved to see and smell the roses.
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Day/Page/Sketch #438
Some of us are always in trouble, under suspicion. It doesn’t matter which way we go. It’s all the same
Day/Page/Sketch #437
We die in proportion of the untold secrets we throw around us. The fuller that black box is, the less salvation we get. Put the case that our black box never really gets completely empty.
Day/Page/Sketch #436
I admit nothing. I cannot express the essence of what cannot be possessed. Poetry doesn’t stop decay, it exacerbates it.
Day/Page/Sketch #435
We label things and people out of desperation and self-doubt. We have to have a formula to explain our thoughts and feelings. We live bereaved lives.
Day/Page/Sketch #434
We naively feel worthy of some little confidence from others in return of the little confidence we give them. We should rather swallow that confidence with vice and blood, because there is no logic in that non-existent exchange. Act at your own risk.
Day/Page/Sketch #433
When you speak, you give away your secrets. Everybody speaks. We speak more now than ever before. Not only that, we want to speak louder than everyone else. We want to be the chatterbox queen and king. When you speak, you stop being an artist.
Day/Page/Sketch #432
Let’s conjugate Fate: I was, I am, I will… How contemptuous. Enduring existence is such a wearing occupation, such an impractical career. Everybody should know their own business.
Day/Page/Sketch #415
We managed to pull through monotony armed with a very limited vocabulary. It’s a numbing mechanism. The less words we use to describe a feeling, the easier it is to forget it. We communicate by omission.
Day/Page/Sketch #414
Sometimes people don’t show they like you, they avoid at all costs the slight suspicion that you may be thinking they think you are doing something right. Sometimes the confronting silence of being disdained by others actually means you are succeeding. Don’t expect many people to be happy for you.
Day/Page/Sketch #413
We are always comparing what we are with what we should be: richer, more recognized, more renowned, more erudite, more loving, more artistic, more traveled, younger looking. And in the meantime, we squander hours waiting for more hours, while we dry the sap off our senses and the blood from our veins complaining about the mediocrity of our life.
Day/Page/Sketch #412
Repeat to yourself a thousand times a day: “there are emotions that can’t be tamed”. Nothing on Earth is worth circling them eternally. Don’t commit to keeping them locked down or you will get sick.
Day/Page/Sketch #411
Time takes a small unit of disaster, something almost unnoticeable, and multiplies this unit endlessly until it becomes unbearable. You can’t stop it. It grows in solitude, nameless.
Day/Page/Sketch #410
The stronger ones always win in the end, but they have to endure and suffer the consequences just like everybody else, and in the end of the end, they end up cancelling themselves out and leaving the earth behind them scattered with corpses.
Day/Page/Sketch #409
Destroying an idol is not a walk in the park. It takes much longer than the time it took to worship it. But it’s not impossible. The problem is that it may die one day, but the melancholy of it will resuscitate it again the next.