Come with every wound and every woman you've ever loved; every lie you've ever told and whatever it is that keeps you up at night. Every mouth you've punched in, all the blood you've ever tasted. Come with every enemy you've ever made and all the family you've ever buried and every dirty thing you've ever done; every drink that's burnt your throat and every morning you've woken with nothing and no one. Come with all your loss, your regrets, sins, memories, black outs, secrets. I've never seen anything more beautiful than you.

— Warsan Shire

James Nizam | Two Triangles | 2013

sqq. Gordon Matta-Clark

Nicht selten sind die Kontaktfähigen die Beziehungslosen.

— Theodor W. Adorno

Art knows us better than we know ourselves.

— Theodor W. Adorno

An abstract painting will react to you if you react to it. You get from it what you bring to it. It will meet you half way but no further. It is alive if you are. It represent something and so do you. You, Sir, are a space, too.

— Ad Reinhardt

Mit einer Wirklichkeit, die es nicht gut mit uns meint und die wir ablehnen, zu leben, das ist einer der Gründe, literarisch zu erzählen: Das ist nicht Abbildung der Wirklichkeit, sondern Protest.

— Alexander Kluge

sqq. Christo; Big Air Package

sqq. Tangerine Dream; Berliner Schule

The only thing is to decide which is the most aesthetic form of suicide: Marriage and a 40-hour-a-week job, or a revolver.

— Albert Camus

Solaris, dir. by Andrei Tarkovsky in 1972

sqq. Cyanometer

All I do is keep on running in my own cozy, homemade void, my own nostalgic silence. And this is a pretty wonderful thing. No matter what anybody else says.

— Haruki Murakami

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We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

— Anaïs Nin

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We didn't say anything, because there was such an awful lot to say, and no language to say it in.

— William Saroyan

The only interesting answers are those which destroy the questions.

— Susan Sontag