competition and fighting
better and refining
work
no play
no thought
no i.
no me or destiny.
just us and best better and must; money and time, death or exhaustion.
how does one stop the cycle of “productivity?”
working off asses
for dust and ashes.
(Source: donmilleris.com)
it’s at least the four-hundredth time i’ve seen this film, but this time i have chess pie and i’m thinking of a different man. i see what jonsi’s face looks like through a fork. and i think, “i wonder if they know they’ve been with me so long.” and i just got home from an artist lecture where the artist wore his ego harder than the leather pants he had on and i think, “okay, there is still a protagonist in the story of art.” and i think, “i wish you’d kiss my neck the way you did in texas.”
(Source: everythingallthetimewesanderson)
anti-entropy
but without fine lines
black. white. gray
shutters of hope
fought for, never won
but always there
endoscopes and silk lines
an end to all but a raison d’etre
lighter, lighter
lighter
choose joy, my love.