straw house, straw dog, richard siken
chiaki kuriyama
must have been easier to be alive before news traveled so fast and you were only ever aware of a handful of tragedies instead of thousands and thousands of them being delivered to you on a daily basis. why is there even a question of why our generation is so depressed and anxious like I’ll tell you why?? everything i read breaks my heart and my capacity to empathize and be outraged is absolutely maxed out. yeah i’m sad bitch! we’re all sad! there’s no relief!
you ever catch a glimpse of a cloud passing in front of a full moon and you’re suddenly a highwayman in an 18th century ghost story who just left a tavern on a chilly october night to ride horseback through the woods till you reach the next town over
Nikki Giovanni, from The Collected Poems of Nikki Giovannii; “Poem,” c. 1969
Gemma Ward in “Paradise Lost” by Nick Knight for W Magazine, November 2005.
just undiagnosed myself with stupid. i know everything now.
From Booklet of IU’s “Spring of a Twenty Year Old” (cr: Katsuo Suzuki)
- いちごプリン・白くま
- 練乳ケーキ・白くま
