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B l i n k.

by Teresa Zarmer

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Isolation v. Solitude

If you spend too much time alone, you forget about people.

Spend too much time with people and you forget about your-� self.

“My playhouse is underneath Our house, & I hear people Telling each other secrets.”

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“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings -­ always darker, emptier, simpler.” - Nietzche

Some thoughts are simple and complicated by circumstance, some thoughts are simple and complicated by the words assigned to them. Some thoughts are complicated and simplified by the words assigned and clarified with experience.

Thoughts are feeling and feelings are thoughts, because if we don’t think about our feelings all they are are tugs and pulls at the very back of your mind.

“I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of WHQVLRQ WKDW ZH ¿QG SDUDO\]-­ ing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.”

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Anticipation:

“In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: it always escapes the field of vision.”

-­ Calvino

using the field of vision to infer what’s outside it. you have to use what you can see to see what you can’t.

Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal.

They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely, Neruda I want to know what to rely on.

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Sublime.

“The beautiful, according to Edmund Burke, is what is well formed and aes-­ thetically pleasing, whereas the sub-­ lime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.”

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Is your secret my problem? do I understand it? should I or would I? reveal it and to who or possi-‐ bly whom?should I reveal it and should I know who to fins and make listen and would they? would they listen would I know should I know do I care? I don’t and won’t but will you?

Those things that everyone says but no one un-‐ derstands and so are left to us unknown or possible unsaid or possibly all of the above or possibly none.

They stick around like those objects that live in your kitchen-� the kind that you don’t know exactly what they do or when you acquired them but they sit by the sink all the same.

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