Moon, Mars and Milky Way; by M. Taha Ghouchkanlu, 2018

sqq. NASA

Nobody speaks to me. People fall in love with me, and annoy me and distress me and flatter me and excite me and — and all that sort of thing. But no one speaks to me. I sometimes think that no one can. Can you?

— Edna St. Vincent Millay

Wherever you are, be there totally. If you find your here and now intolerable and it makes you unhappy, you have three options: Remove yourself from the situation, change it, or accept it totally. If you want to take responsibility for your life, you must choose one of those three options, and you must choose now. Then accept the consequences.

― Eckhart Tolle

Ryuichi Sakamoto: Coda; 2018

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As for myself, I had a lot to say. But I was silent.

— Albert Camus

She heard the listening forest.

— Denise Levertov

Marc Aurel; Selbstbetrachtungen

Seines Zeichens letzter Philosophenkaiser.

Listen. I wish I could tell you it gets better. But, it doesn't get better. You get better.

— Joan Rivers

If you meet unkindness, listen, gently. Someone is confiding in you their fears.

— Quiet Lotus

sqq. NASA Inflight;
Kraftwerk Concert

I feel like a part of my soul has loved you since the beginning of everything. Maybe we're from the same star.

— Emery Allen

Be a Romy, in a world full of Kardashians.

Back in office.

All in all, the creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualification and thus adds his contribution to the creative act. This becomes even more obvious when posterity gives a final verdict and sometimes rehabilitates forgotten artists.

— Marcel Duchamp

Den eigenen Namen auf irgendein Werk zu setzen, sichert niemandem das Anrecht auf Erinnerung, denn wer weiß, ob nicht gerade die besten spurlos verschwunden sind.

— W. G. Sebald

A bond between souls is ancient — older than the planet.

— Dianna Hardy

Leonard Cohen, You want it darker;
Remix by Paul Kalkbrenner

One who is everywhere is nowhere.

— Seneca

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The excellence of every art is its intensity.

― John Keats

Early Layout for: Rick Owens: Furniture, 2017

Don't remember me. Feel me. The less you think me, the more you love me.

— Julia de Burgos

Equinoxe; revisited.

So it's always a process of letting go, one way or another.

— Charles Bukowski

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Everything you did not understand has made you what you are.

— Charles Simic

Anything can happen in life, especially nothing.

— Michel Houellebecq