I’m not in the business. I am the business.

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"All persons, living and dead, are purely coincidental."

Kurt Vonnegut, Timequake 

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The light was perfect… (by antonio•merini)

Django Reinhardt & Stéphane Grappelli - Minor Swing

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Carson Ellis inspired by Craig Thompson’s Habibi

Carson Ellis inspired by Craig Thompson’s Habibi

Album Art

Karen Dalton - I Love You More Than Words Can Say

Album: It’s So Hard to Tell Who’s Going to Love You the Best

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Played 40 times.

“Melancholia is, I believe, a musical problem: a dissonance, a change in rhythm. While on the outside everything happens with the vertiginous rhythm of a cataract, on the inside is the exhausted adagio of drops of water falling from time to tired time. For this reason the outside, seen from the melancholic inside, appears absurd and unreal, and constitutes ‘the farce we all must play’. ” 

― Alejandra Pizarnik

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"How did I get into the world? Why was I not asked about it and why was I not informed of the rules and regulations but just thrust into the ranks as if I had been bought by a peddling shanghaier of human beings? How did I get involved in this big enterprise called actuality? Why should I be involved? Isn’t it a matter of choice? And if I am compelled to be involved, where is the manager—I have something to say about this. Is there no manager? To whom shall I make my complaint?"

Soren Kierkegaard

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Anoushka Shankar live from Girona (“Traveller”) (by Deutsche Grammophon)

"Without the label ‘fear’, what is fear? Without the label ‘sadness’, what is sadness? Without the label ‘anger’, what is anger? Instead of calling it ‘fear’ or ‘anger’ or ‘sadness’, drop that heavy, second-hand label, pregnant with judgement and thousands of years of karma, and directly contact, first-hand, this raw, present-moment sensation in the stomach, the chest, the neck. Allow the sensation to burn, tingle, flutter, move, however intense it is. Allow it to live, to express, to be here, just for now. Contact the miracle of life in its raw state, before the layers of words and the play of opposites. Feel the vibrantly alive energy of what’s here, without the labelling. Feel the life in it. Can you see, this is not AGAINST life - this IS life? Perhaps it’s not what you think it is."

Jeff Foster

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Solitude (by S@l@din.B)

"The next poem will be pulled
from the moonlight;
it will be a falling star
it will be a burning branch.

The next poem will climb down
from the mango tree while
I am dreaming and
sneak away before I wake.

The next poem I will plant
beneath my own skin,
I will stand beneath the rain,
the next poem will bloom.

The next poem I won’t even write
it will descend with the sun,
it will walk with me,
it will become my shadow."

 ||  Maza-Dohta

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