“That the future’s unspecified terms provide a few recognizable basics, and that I might find, somewhere in me, a tension—the good kind—for tapping into what springs me forward, is, I reason, the hope. The discord, the din, what stays the same, what reappears, what’s underneath, the misremembered and all there is to fathom. Growing up, for a long period that’s not worth mentioning here, I thought the expression was “Play it by year.” As in, take your time. A whole year. More. Whatever you need. There’s no rush.”
— Durga Chew-Bose, from “At My Least and Most Aware,” in Too Much and Not the Mood
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A Summer's Tales. Written by Eno Raud. Illustrated by Maĭ Miturich. 1981.
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— Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin: Vol. 1 (1931-1934)
[text ID: I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.]
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Stop counting the relapses and stop worshipping the time you have without them. Just keeping getting back up. You just keep getting back up. Now that is recovery!
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