imagine how cool it would be if when we died we got our life statistics like how many times we laughed or cried or fell in love or how many books we’ve read or movies we have seen or friends you’ve made countries you’ve been to and you could see your whole life laid out after you died like how cool would that be
I think a lot of people would be unhappy in the afterlife, honestly. But it might give us some better role models on the return trip…
Marina Abramovic meets Ulay
“Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again. at her 2010 MoMa retrospective Marina performed ‘The Artist Is Present’ as part of the show, a minute of silence with each stranger who sat in front of her. Ulay arrived without her knowing it and this is what happened.”
so why/oh why/do you wish/to be dead
Because it’s possible to look at someone with a straight face and unblinking eyes and tell them that none of that stuff is going to happen anyway. That is why death is preferable.
I fall behind a veil when I haven’t been outside in a while. Or maybe it’s like that virtual screen you see in every sci-fi movie that can make it seem like the Rockies are right outside your ship even though your barreling through space at a thousand miles per hour. I suppose you could very easily let yourself forget there’s nothing really out there.
But every once in a while that thought plants itself again after you cut it and you are suddenly reminded of the stifling vastness and claustrophobia of that world out there. Full of people doing things. All of the things. And suddenly you wanna be doing All the Things Right Now. And anything else is just disappointing.
But you find yourself in your room surrounded by four little walls and no virtual screen to help make you feel like your in the thick of it. In the thick of something, rather than nothing. Suddenly, with nothing important to stare at or be apart of, you’re aware of all things you’re not doing and it feels crushing and rushed and sweaty all at once.
Your heartbeat goes up, your palms become sweaty, you start pacing as if walking somewhere with purpose, you start talking to yourself like you would talk to others.
Saturday summer nights were not meant for loneliness.
“Blood is thicker than water”, when used in the context of family over friends, is in fact a wildly incorrect bastardisation.
The true, full quote is “The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb,” and refers to relationships forged by choice holding deeper meaning than those of mere biology.
Don’t know if its true or not but the “original” quote sounds pretty badass…