The problem was you had to keep choosing between one evil or another, and no matter what you chose, they sliced a little bit more off you, until there was nothing left. At the age of 25 most people were finished. A whole god-damned nation of assholes driving automobiles, eating, having babies, doing everything in the worst way possible, like voting for the presidential candidates who reminded them most of themselves. I had no interests. I had no interest in anything. I had no idea how I was going to escape. At least the others had some taste for life. They seemed to understand something that I didn’t understand. Maybe I was lacking. It was possible. I often felt inferior. I just wanted to get away from them. But there was no place to go.
You are a bear lost in a forest, and there is an old woman with long gray braids baking pies for you, and your job is to keep following the smell of pie. That’s your job—learning how to keep turning toward what is most delicious to you.
Originally I intended this tumblr to be about the arts.. visual, craft, poetry, music, acting… but there’s so much happening in my internal world and the big wide world that I cannot ignore. Living, that’s an art form too, right? :)
Oklahoma Tornado Survivor Finds Missing Dog Mid-Interview
Wow. Pretty amazing. (Can’t believe the cameramen didn’t help her).
Interviewer: Are you able to comprehend what happened here? Lady: I know EXACTLY what happened. Exactly.
This lady reminds me of the women who raised me. Quiet strength. I was crying before she found the dog and bawling after. I’d make a crap cameraman. I couldn’t stand there and not help this woman who has lost everything dig her dog out of the rubble.