exponentialjoy
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One hundred and thirteen years.
One hundred and eleven years.
We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.
Deepest of peaceful rest to you.
you found me
Aurora Borealis by Frederic Edwin Church
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
The girl is escaping the house, delightedly.
Autumn Air.
The Return of the herd by Charles Sprague Pearce (1851–1914)
Large Dead Leaf No. 2 (1966) by Eliot Hodgkin
—Virginia Woolf
Yes. Yes, in-fucking-deed.
Virginia Woolf, from Orlando: A Biography
A group of incredible beings created something amazing in mid-May of 2023. I was lucky enough to get to see it all flourish and flow at Public Records in Brooklyn, New York.
How I received this unbelievable opportunity I will never know; I couldn’t believe what the Universe placed in my hands. Which is a given—Sigur Rós is the sound of our Universe breathing. True beauty is in everything, and their warm vibrations remind me of that daily.
When I turned my closed eyes to the sky in this photograph (and film poster), my atoms threaded with the sacred, loud, quiet, endless, dark, shimmering, blindingly bright world outside the walls and the glowing cathedral @katya_gimro and her team had created inside the studio.
My being exploded, boundless. Listening to such powerful sound for twenty-one years accumulated into a melding of air and skin, sound and senses, unhinged vulnerability, elation, and, of course: exponential joy.
Thank you, Sigur Rós. Endlessly. You’ve shown my soul true peace. You stayed right beside this exhausted, grieving child down her path of finding uncontrollable vibrancy and her true spirit.
“There’s something sacred and holy about what that does on the inside. And to share that experience with others is just so beautiful.”
—Steven Ezra Riley
The Universe will hold you. You just have to find a way to hear it.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=qEw--v19WyI
One hundred and eleven years.
We know you were terrified, brave, horrified, strong, resilient, panicked, and courageous, and we honor you this night of the year. Death is not failure. Your lives were you and you remain wonderful, somewhere out here in our atomic jigsaw of existence. I’m so sorry you experienced such horrors.
Deepest of peaceful rest to you.
Memories in the soil.
(RMS, 3-1-2023.)
“Hunger, hunger is the purest sin;
It is an empty church in a crowded bin.
I’ve wept and I’ve stumbled
I’ve fought and I’ve craved
For the gravy of your soul,
But all I want to do now is walk among the
Barren trees in fields of snow.”
—Susanne Sundfør: “White Foxes”
“I remember no place for me to hide
Before you came home at night.
And I remember you turnin’ out the lights
All I ever saw was the red in your eyes.
No big surprise.”
- Devendra Banhart
High school senior photos deserve makeovers as they age alongside us. Proof of evolution.
I have my Guide’s eyes now. Homage.
#Photo Lab Filters and Time Travel.
Seaside Halloween tree.
(RMS, 10-20-2022.)
“She always cut her hair
so he couldn’t tear that out, too.”
(RMS, 7-16-22.)
Banishment.
(RMS, 6-8-22.)
Autumn reclaimed.
(RMS, 11-3-21.)
That final conscious breath before you fall asleep.
(RMS, 10-25-2021.)
One year ago is still yesterday.
(RMS, 10-16-21.)
