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Dear Charlie,

I am so glad you have found it, that thing that exists even when it is imperceptible to everyone. Yet, somehow, you found it. 

There is no way to tell our bones to bend. That’s not something bones do. That’s not why bones grow so strong with conviction. Perhaps that’s just the way they were programmed. Poor things have no clue how to grow any other way.

Above my dinning table, a painting lies. The boy should be looking up, my friend told me. The boy in the frame. She painted it, so she should know. But the boy trapped inside it looks like he’s resting this way; laying on his bed with his head gently resting in the emptiness of the edge. Like I’ve done so many times. Otherwise, he’s sitting on a chair, looking up in an awkward way.

What a nightmare! To spend eternity sitting on a chair! In a frame, or on a train, always sitting. Watching and waiting for something to happen, to change the landscape. A chair can be very helpful. A chair for waiting out the blizzard. A chair to be taller. A chair to listen to other chairs in a circle. A chaise longue to express your fears in a safe space. I prefer a bed.

(An October bed is a trap. Coming home is terribly dangerous when it is dark with October hours. A terribly glauque homecoming, to keep the company of someone who never remembers you. Yet, somehow, finds you, over and over again. Perhaps by mistake. Perhaps not. A running gag, as they say. An opportunity to match two cards? The grasshopper and the ant. Am I the rich one? Who’s rich enough to know the difference? Who’s the poor ol’ boy who can’t mute everyone’s thoughts? And how kind is he in the face of all that information? Is it a crime to think these thoughts? Is it a crime to want to ignore them? Snooze. Snap!)

These temporary things that stretch over us like constellations of roots keep us up at night. Sitting up right and waiting for that moment... a bored volcano, indeed. Be a mountain! It’s all downhill from here, eh Charlie?

Hold on.

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I will write you a song
If you give me a Blackbird. 

 

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The America is not a place you live in, it's a video-game that you survive. I'm not only an American, I'm an Americanist. I survive America, in spite of what it wants to do to people like me. 

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(Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind)


Marty McFly

(Back to the Future)


Bob Harris

(Lost in Translation)


Carol Anne Freeling

(Poltergeist)


Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade

(Scent of a Woman)


Annie Hall

William Blake

(Dead Man)


Irene Cassini

(Gattaca)


Dr. Ian Malcolm

(Jurassic Park)


Carl Fredricksen

(Up)


Daniel Plainview

(There Will Be Blood)


Major Motoko Kusanagi

(Ghost in the Shell)


John Malkovich

(Being John Malkovich)

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The Ones We Love is a project highlighting young and talented photographers from around the world. Each artist contributed six photographs of the person(s) who is most important to them, taken outdoors in a natural setting. The goal of the website is to portray the people who are loved, cherished, and inspirational to these artists, and also showcase the differences and similarities in the photographs each of them took within the same guidelines.

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• Your most marked characteristic?

• The quality you most like in a man?

• The quality you most like in a woman?

• What do you most value in your friends?

• What is your principle defect?

• What is your favorite occupation?

• What is your dream of happiness?

• What to your mind would be the greatest of misfortunes?

• What would you like to be?

• In what country would you like to live?

• What is your favorite color?

• What is your favorite flower?

• What is your favorite bird?

• Who are your favorite prose writers?

• Who are your favorite poets?

• Who is your favorite hero of fiction?

• Who are your favorite heroines of fiction?

• Who are your favorite composers?

• Who are your favorite painters?

• Who are your heroes in real life?

• Who are your favorite heroines of history?

• What are your favorite names?

• What is it you most dislike?

• What historical figures do you most despise?

• What event in military history do you most admire?

• What reform do you most admire?

• What natural gift would you most like to possess?

• How would you like to die?

• What is your present state of mind?

• To what faults do you feel most indulgent?

• What is your motto?

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Without delicacies, without delicacy,
no rhetoric either
and certainly without refinement
I stand before you
foreign and distant,
(although near and constant)
wondering
whether any part of this is worth it.
Questioning
whether I feel anything
I can talk about, and
whether thinking about feeling,
were I to bring myself to “do” it,
to make that effort,
is particularly worth it.
What is the force of my conviction?

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She is a beautiful soul like me. A keen observer of the world and our habits. An adventurer who understands that we must peer outside to really know what the temperature is like inside. His bloodstream is filled with nicotine and caffeine as mine is. I do it to cope with the terrors in my head. I can't say for sure if she feels the same. I drew a map of our conversation and future conversations to be had, locations on the map included the phrase "we are semi-automatic"a question mark, the internet, coffee shops to discuss more, and courage. Lots of squiggly lines connecting these things. There was much laughter breathed onto this map, and like a raincloud, it hovers over it and makes me smile to look over.

We discussed the internet, decided we love it and need to have a talk with the internet to help it improve itself. Its becoming slightly arrogant and needs a reality check. We discussed people and automatic responses and our laziness and fears. We talked about courage and what it is? She said we lack balls. I agree. I said its a courageous act to travel to the unknown. She asked if a soldier is courageous. I thought of my dad and moving to Canada with little money to start a new life with two young children and his courage to do so.

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