We were collectors, now we’re hoarders. We mince junk indiscriminately and leave it unmasked, scattered. On our graveyard shift we sit by a conveyor belt that has no beginning and no off switch. The only thing we’re worried about is that our melted brains don’t tip over.– Page read by CARLSON HATTON.
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Is there pleasure in doing things without preparation? I am too heedful to the future to have any amount of estimable unconsciousness. The eternal cycles grind on. Hope turns arid. No one likes to be unprepared.– Page read by MARC ARRANAGA.
The cloak of envy looks corrosive, humiliating, damaging. It seems to confirm our own failure. But underneath it hides a redemptive purpose: the opportunity to know what we want to achieve and how we want to achieve it. Don’t let it throw into despair, deny it or let it make you angry. Envy is one of your teachers.– Page read by MIKE SAMUELSEN.
It becomes the decision of a lifetime when we are about to let go of our worldly possessions. It feels like a tragic sacrifice. We can’t stop serving our things with all our heart. We’re unable make a distinction between them and their owner, us. Let them go, you’re not a poor owner now, you can take long walks now.– Page read by ERIC RIPPIN.
We lack an accurate sense of size and space between us and the rest of the world. Things seem too much, too big, too overwhelming. We feel we won’t last long in our own distortion, that we cannot do better than go. People teach us how to size an place things properly but we prefer to have our ears shut.– Page read by CAITLIN McCARTHY.
Are you afraid to think of the future? Would you like to know how to dismiss it? I think you should quit being preoccupied with Astrology. Astrology always points at you in the face and tells you how physically and mentally tiny you are, and that you have no future. Just go outside and play with other humans.– Page read by RAYMOND BURNS.
You will be so lonely. You think you’re going to inherit someone’s possessions, you know it for a fact. But people don’t need you because they love you, they love you because they need you. Your disfigured reality is not accurate. You should leave soon, you have to leave soon.– Page read by ROBERT APODACA.
We shouldn’t spend too much time memorializing past instants, like those moments when we resolve that our heart should be forever sickened when we let go of something or someone. That’s how you get stuck.– Page read by ALISA YANG.
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.
Some of us are always in trouble, under suspicion. It doesn’t matter which way we go. It’s all the same
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.
I admit nothing. I cannot express the essence of what cannot be possessed. Poetry doesn’t stop decay, it exacerbates it.
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.
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.
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.