remember how the Greeks said ars longa vita brevis, art is long, life is short, and how in The Secret History the kids toast to an eternal life with Julian, and how we try to make our lives into something more meaningful and lasting through the having of children and the having of grandchildren so our time on earth does not feel like a total waste of time, and how my professor asked us to name our grandparents and greatgrandparents and how no one could, and how the artist in us want to mould our art to reflect ourselves so that we too can have the eternal life, and how no matter what you do or try there will never be an eternal life because fame will always have an ephemeral nature and things will always perish, but also how art can be rediscovered and transport the feelings of one person to another without losing any of its significance, and how I am now sobbing because art is long but life is so very short.
- Sylvia Plath, from 'Ariel'
Not socialist in a “I won’t have to work” type of way but socialist in a “I’ll still be working but I won’t be worried I won’t make the rent” type of way. In a “billions won’t be hoarded by one person” type of way. In a “janitors, fast-food workers, child care workers, preschool teachers, hotel clerks, personal care and home health aides, and grocery store cashiers, will live comfortably” type of way. In a “the sick and elderly will be cared for” type of way. In a “no child should work” type of way.
The first night after heatwave & The cottongrass-beast by Miikka Lönnqvist ( mkklnn.jpg )
listen my lifelong dream is to have a leather back notebook with thick pages that become yellowed with age and in it i will have sketches and paintings and ideas and quotes and pressed flowers and love letters and mysterious things and i will hide it in the creaky floorboards of my mysterious sea cliff mansion far away from any houses for my grand children to find long after i have passed away and to blow the dust off it and flip through the pages and they will think that it is mysterious and that i was mysterious and it will be very mysterious
Don't sabotage your identity trying to name it. Let it be undefined, permeable, mixed, peculiar, unapologetically authentic. Be in peace with being unprecedented, with not fitting anywhere, with being adrift. Before flight, there's a free fall.
photos of dachas by Fyodor Savintev, published in Dacha: The Soviet Country Cottage (2023)
im not 17 anymore and i should find something new to talk about but remember when ophelia said “i hope all will be well” (4.5)
― Albert Camus, Notebooks: 1935-1951
Slow down. Enjoy your meal, focus on folding your laundry, don't rush while driving home, why are you in such a hurry? Where are you going, really? Enjoy your time in every moment. Truly live in it... Because you might get to the end of your life and realize you were racing towards nothing.