Eyes
There’s more than meets the eye
Invisible to the naked eye
I can do that with my eyes closed
There’s more than meets the eye
Invisible to the naked eye
I can do that with my eyes closed
You know what? Come to think of it, It’s OK if you don’t enjoy every moment. People are always saying that: “Enjoy EVERY moment!”
You didn’t have to know Bennington’s pain first hand to understand a Linkin Park song.
It’s a tricky balance, the nostalgia and passion of the past against these grim truths that have always existed.
Borges describes a fictional language that completely lacks nouns, and I tried to work out what this might mean in practice.
“How many parking spaces do you think our apartment would take up?”
I’ve peed behind dumpsters, on beaches, in alleys, gardens, parking lots, yards—and yet I was here, in this bathroom, I-can-pee-anywhere-ing in a space created for people who can’t.
I’ve been trying to reframe my perspective by picturing the internet as an attic—one that is full to the brim with all the stuff you couldn’t bear to throw away.
“No, you need to take a right where the soups are. The soups on the boulevard. You know what I’m talking about, right? Because I’m not sure I know what I’m talking about.”
I learned that home is a team sport.