and i don't necessarily believe any of this i'm just saying words recreationally
Tristaina 2024
To the Sun by Andrea Cohen / The Sun by Edvard Munch / Dracula by Bram Stoker / Weidengebüsch by Caspar David Friedrich / Brother Karamazov by Fjodor Dostojevsky / Autumn by Leo Gestel / Birthday for Jenn by Ann Gibson
it’s genuinely so funny that im alive and this is what im doing
Anthony Gerace, Collage from There Must Be More To Life Than This series
Ice, ice, ice. Värmland, Sweden (March 17, 2024).
Find meaning. Distinguish melancholy from sadness. Go out for a walk. It doesn't have to be a romantic walk in the park, spring at its most spectacular moment, flowers and smells and outstanding poetical imagery smoothly transferring you into another world. It doesn't have to be a walk during which you'll have multiple life epiphanies and discover meanings no other brain ever managed to encounter. Do not be afraid of spending quality time by yourself. Find meaning or don't find meaning but "steal" some time and give it freely and exclusively to your own self. Opt for privacy and solitude. That doesn't make you antisocial or cause you to reject the rest of the world. But you need to breathe. And you need to be.
Albert Camus, from Notebooks 1951-1959
got bored after exams and decided to invent a new school of philosophy by taking five opinionated and well-read friends with wildly differing views and doing a road trip where we discuss for the entire drive for ten days while visting cities with historical significance. every time we agree on something we write it down. it’s day two and the words ontology and materiality have already lost meaning. the only two points we have after thirty hours of driving are that the earth and the moon are not the same place but exist in the same reality and that democracy was invented (point in time pending). it’s going great
nosferatu? non. VOSferatu. c'est pas mon problême
