Jean-Paul Sartre, From No Exit: And Three Other Plays; “No Exit”

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.”

— C.S. Lewis

attempt to move an image in a word document leaves 7 dead 20 injured

— Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: Letters of Anaïs Nin & Henry Miller, 1932-1953

—Mahmoud Darwish, from To a Young Poet

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location: mexico

I think that the Hamilton musical is objectively the funniest thing that could happen to that man's memory. Imagine dying of a gunshot wound infection in 1804 and learning from the afterlife that tweenage girls in 2017 are drawing thousands upon thousands of images of you making out with your fellow congressmen because someone wrote a 2-hour rap opera about you. I like to imagine that Hamilton found a monkey's paw and wished to leave a legacy, and this is what it did to him.

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Soundtracks to Mahmoud Darwish's poetry

Summer mornings in the charming scenery of northern Italy.

Twilight but the vampires are dressed like in The Matrix.

Orchestra at the gates of hell.

Half a corpse, half a God

On the set of Dead Poets Society (1989).