what are your twenties if not an endless string of the ghosts of who you thought you would become
Francis Alys - Sometimes Making Something Leads to Nothing (1997)
Heaven or Los Angeles, Adali Schell
— Clarice Lispector, from “The Hour of the Star.”
I've Endured, Now What?
Blue Iris - Mary Oliver / So This Is All I Will Ever Be? - Fatima Aamer Bilal / Vive, Vive - Traci Brimhall
Creatures of the night
i had this reoccuring dream of my younger self and my mom hidden in a room where every wall is hidden in red curtains they go to the top the ground is black with random orange and yellow dots like a design you would see on the seat of a bus. there is a door i always forget when i wake up. i don't know whats behind it and i doubt i will ever find out. recently i had this dream again. the thing is i don't know if i actually had this dream before it just felt so familiar like i have seen it before but i haven't it needs to be in another dream. in this dream i had recently i was in the living room panicking i could see trough the slit in the door that the people are coming to get me. randomly i see a hole in the ceiling like skylight i can see the room from the way down but the rectangular hole is too small for me to fit through. i can actually not even really see the room but i know that it is the one with the red curtains. i have this bitter feeling. maybe i've dreamed this as a kid before but now it is hidden behind a foggy wall luring me in to forget everything. there is something hiding behind those red curtains. i will come back to this if i ever see the red curtains again
Jean-Michel Basquiat photographed by Tseng Kwong Chi in his Great Jones Street studio, 1987.