i think theatre springs from that same impulse. a house within a house. protecting you from the real world.
shan't put faith in a monotone
a fine spectacle of sorts.
"Next time you see a firefly, keep in mind that its flickering isn’t just a wonder of the night. It’s also a unique, and sometimes deadly, language of love."
BEACHED WHALES OF THE SKY, BLEACHING SLOWLY
the white male is everywhere and yet is invisible. the idea of his power is of mythical mystical proportions, when in reality the actual power is thin, fragile and considerably confused.
this is a dialogue that is not a dialogue
Seeing this on FRAME made my morning. Literally.
"And we'll become silhouettes when our bodies finally go"
"...the stress that life keeps on going..."
is what i'm doing important?
the novel was once a threat to humanity
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