Sixsmith. I climb the steps of the Scot monument every morning and all becomes clear. Wish I could make you see this brightness. Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well. I understand now that boundaries between noise and sound are conventions. All boundaries are conventions, waiting to be transcended. One may… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
My dearest Sixsmith, I shot myself through the roof of my mouth this morning with Vivian Ayrs’ Luger. A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate suicide is a coward’s act. Couldn’t be further from the truth. Suicide takes tremendous courage. Don’t let them say I killed myself for love. Had my infatuations,… Continue reading Ben Whishaw
When you remember me, it means you have carried something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark of who I am on who you are. It means that you can summon me back to your mind even though countless years and miles may stand between us. It means that if… Continue reading Charlie Chaplin
The cigarettes you light one after another won’t help you forget her. — Frank Sinatra
When I say, “I love you,” it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand… Continue reading Joss Whedon
We think we understand the rules when we become adults but what we really experience is a narrowing of the imagination. — David Lynch
My bones are tired from all the tragedy in me. — Peter Krause
To be or not to be. That’s not really a question. ― Jean-Luc Godard
It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to. – Jean-Luc Goddard
The Vale of Soul-Making 