getting mental help is a temporary solution to a permanent problem

How wonderful to be who I am, made out of earth and water, my own thoughts, my own fingerprints— all that glorious, temporary stuff.

— Mary Oliver, from On Meditating, Sort Of in “Felicity” (Penguin Press, October 13, 2015)

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when are we going to talk again?

I asked the sky

as if the stars

kept records of unfinished conversations

walking home

I forgot the rhythm of my steps

and drifted somewhere

between streetlights and memories

the night was quiet enough

to hear my thoughts echo

so I let them wander

until they blurred like constellations

I stood there a moment

glazed, suspended,

a small body under a vast ceiling of light

and for a second

it felt like the universe was holding its breath

waiting with me

for an answer that never quite arrives

Maybe I’m actually a warrior bruh

it both saddens and comforts me that everything I am feeling, have felt in the past and am going to feel in the future have all been felt before by many people and it is such an odd but interesting feeling to have felt and feel so fully so deeply and to know that other people have felt this way and will feel this way

Creatives, poets, writers, painters, any humans really can and did and do feel all the things and even though I am alone most of the time I’m never alone in how I feel everyone and anyone can and could understand my feelings and somehow that makes it all a little bit less scary so I just wanted to write this mostly for myself as a reminder that any way I am feeling is okay and that so many people have surely felt the same things and then they felt something else

People change, change is always coming but it is good and important to remember that feelings change and feelings or any emotion really is temporary and that is a good thing and a bad thing but it makes me feel better just remembering that

it is okay to feel, it is okay to care

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04/12/2025

I really hate that sometimes I wake up in the morning and the first thought that comes up to my mind is “this all feels wrong, life feels shit, what the hell am I doing here // my soul wants to return to wholeness”

I really hate that I feel so much pain, I wish I was numb inside but my emotions, thoughts and all kind of energies overflow my soul

sometimes it washes over me in waves, sometimes it all comes crashing down at once

I have so much fear.

Fear of being lonely.

Never finding my soulmate.

Not giving myself the love I need.

Not being good enough.

Not being admired and loved.

Fear of rejection.

I have suffered so much emotional damage and anxiety. My heart is totally wasted. The love has washed off, my colours keep fading away.

I wanted you once
but I was lonely then
and thought that to dance
I needed someone else

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#NYU #physicists create visible #temporary #crystals using sound waves

NYU physicists create visible temporary crystals using sound waves | K U L T ™

Everything there is beautiful, made with human hands, and has value and meaning. Hand-woven wallpaper, marble stairs and mantle pieces. Elaborately carved chairs, tables and banisters. Do you realise that two-hundred years from now nothing we have done will be considered an antique? Nothing will last that long, nor will it have meaning. Erased again! Will anyone want a disposable Ikea coffee table two-hundred years from now?

SCOTT BOURNE

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Guys reminder: this is a temporary blog, there is no reason for it to have 90+ flowers, I am very grateful for all of you ofc but it’s really useless in the grand scheme of things

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In France I did not know the language so it was easy to not be disappointed in my fellow man. As I have said before, I do not hate the Americans, I am one of them. I spent thirty wonderful years in America and I hope to get thirty years out of France or Europe but the truth is at the moment it’s no better here. Now France has Sarkozy, and my French is good enough to know that the common people are common wherever you go. People talk about nothing, people pour great concern into nothing, their powers and strengths are greatly misdirected. They are kept hypnotised by the media and the Internet. They walk these beautiful streets locked into a cell phone conversation about nothing at all… and all the while these beautiful buildings look down on them in laughter. Our generations have become invisible and we are leaving nothing of value behind. When I walk the streets of this city I am forced to admire the beauty of what our forefathers left behind, and, to tell you the truth, I have also become embarrassed by what our generation will leave behind. But then I realised that we would leave nothing behind. Nothing that is digital is stable. All that bad music in the iTunes Store will one day disappear. All this goofy digital photography and art will one day too. That photo you carry of your child in your cell phone will vanish. One day you may not have a single picture of your infant son. In 2008 paper is still the longest lasting way to store data. Vinyl is second. Bob Dylan will outlast us all. We are systematically erasing our history via e-mail and digital file! I recently saw Carolyn Burke speak about the biography she did on Lee Miller. At the end of the question and answer she urged everyone to write letters. She said as of recent there is a real threat that in the future biographers will not be able to find any information regarding their subjects. She said almost all of what she found out about Lee came from letters that Lee wrote to her editor at Vogue. The same will be true of photography. We are disappearing! Your parents sent love letters, you send text and e-mails. Which means that one day your daughter will never stumble through a box and find the long-lost letters where you confess your love to her mother. She may never know of that love or the story of her parents. She may never know what she looked like as an infant! This is the world our generation is up against. Tic, toc, tic, toc, tic, toc! The backlash will be catastrophic. Because of the Internet we don’t even need education any more. All one needs is the ability to use an iPhone and navigate the web. Education ‘as we know it’ may one day become extinct. Universities abandoned like old factories or simply a luxury for the super elite. It’s already started to happen. You have derelicts like myself running large companies. The plus is that anyone with a curious mind can find the information, but do they retain it? You can find something on the Internet in seconds that it took me hours, sometimes days to find in a library, but as a result I retain most of what I search for and much I did not search for. We value things we have to work for. With the Internet we do not have to exercise our minds so we no longer retain the information. It has no value. We are becoming inhuman by design. Technology erases memory. You don’t even know a single number in your cell phone, but if you are from my generation I am sure you still remember your very first telephone number. A number you probably have not used in years.

SCOTT BOURNE