nathaniel stuart

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“Something as quiet as a change of mind is bubbling up out of the unconscious depths, spreading around the world, changing everything.”

—   Wills Harman

“The only thing “free” about so-called free time is that it doesn’t cost the boss anything. Free time is mostly devoted to getting ready for work, going to work, returning from work, and recovering from work. Free time is a euphemism for the peculiar way labor, as a factor of production, not only transports itself at its own expense to and from the workplace, but assumes primary responsibility for its own maintenance and repair.”

—   The Abolition of Work by Bob Black, 1985 (via ifveniceissinking)

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Exobotanica, Azuma Makato

“Myths are public dreams, dreams are private myths.”

—   Joseph Campbell (via sacredfemininegypsyheart)

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still don’t recognise myself half the time, but that’s half the fun.

still don’t recognise myself half the time, but that’s half the fun.

“My imagination is my polestar; I steer by that.”

—   Clive Barker

Coke Talk of the Day

coketalk:

I woke up this morning in a fog thick as soup, an extended version of that final stage of sleep where dreams still have more clarity than whatever reality you’re facing. Some part of my conscious mind had latched onto a key phrase that seemed very important, and I had to memorialize it immediately.

I reached over to my computer still open on the floor next to my bed, and I hit ⌘V on the keyboard, fully expecting it to paste my thoughts directly onto the screen.

Nothing happened. I was confused for more than a second until it dawned on me that even if the technology did somehow exist to bridge a direct neural link to my MacBook Pro, I had forgotten to hit ⌘C first.

I quickly typed out the phrase that was floating in my head, one that dissolved into the ether in the very moment I wrote it. Satisfied, but still not quite awake, I rolled out of bed and began my morning routine.

When I came back to my computer freshly scrubbed and fogless, I looked down to find the cursor still blinking at the end of my dream sentence:

Diagram the gem of the eternal tides.

Yeah. I have no idea what it means either. The only thing I remember is that it felt terribly significant at the time. Still, I dig it. It’s as though I received a mysterious order from my subconscious.

I love that just over an hour ago, I existed in a state where the command to “diagram the gem of the eternal tides” made perfect logical sense as part of some grander dreamscape narrative, and in that unconscious pastiche of people and places that promptly receded into the depths of some black and unrecoverable trench, one tiny little sentence managed to crystalize and become solid, the words dropping like fresh die-cast metal into my waking life, still glowing red from their transition.

I love that every night a whole other hidden world flashes its momentary existence through our synapses. I love that it’s a part of us, but it’s somehow not ours to keep. I love that we occasionally catch glimpses and fragments, and while most of the time they may mean absolutely nothing, every once in a while it can still feel like they’re dripping with magic.

I’m super grateful for all the work I’ve done to reach the place where nothing feels like work at all.

“The weirdest times ever are always right now.”

—   Joe Rogan

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

—   Sylvia Plath (via lolitablush)

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“Are you scared? Or are you not ready? There is a difference.”

—   Unique Quietness  (via gettingahealthybody)

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“But now I know the things I know
And do the things I do,
And if you do not like me so,
To hell, my love, with you.”

—   Dorothy Parker (via misswallflower)

(via nonnormative)

“No single decision you ever made has led in a straight line to where you find yourself now. You peeked down some roads and took a few steps before turning back. You followed some roads that came to a dead end and others that got lost at too many intersections. Ultimately, all roads are connected to all other roads.”

—   Deepak Choprah (via makethemdream)

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“You will either step forward into growth, or you will step back into safety.”

—   Abraham Maslow