How one London man transformed his house into a work of art, and a physical love story to the people he’s lost. via Turning Love and Grief into Outsider Art — Longreads
Despite the fact that I’m a writer and lover of books, music, poetry, etc. I’ve always kind of hated quotes, especially inspirational ones. I’m not just talking about the terrible quotes people put on repurposed wood in their home like “Live, Laugh, Love” but just any kind of seemingly helpful phrase folks will throw around whenever you’re in a time of crisis. The only quote I kind of like is: “it is what it is”, because like, it is…what it is.
Anyway, recently, I’ve been thinking a lot about the notion that “time heals all wounds”. As a person who has been mentally and emotionally wounded quite a bit, this thought is something that I often return to, as I’m always curious if it’s true, and in what way. After all, if people are going to keep saying the same stupid thing to you over and over, shouldn’t there be…
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I have just begun to write my MA thesis. I would also like to point out that I have no idea what I'm doing, but it has begun nonetheless. Whilst I have no idea what I am doing, I do know that it is about the author David Markson. Never heard of him? I'm not … Continue reading Beginning (I have no idea what I’m doing)
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