I think I started having more success when I stopped feeling like there was a narrative to my life. I think once you let go of that idea, then first off you stop seeing yourself as the most important thing in your narrative, you see yourself as more of a component. There’s no art to my story. There’s no like, climax or anticlimax… so trying to find where things connected or what’s ‘in my arc’ didn’t make a lot of sense. And once I let go of that — cause that was a big thing for me in high school and college — I think I started having more success or became happier.
Justin McElroy in the little documentary The Verge made about Paul Miller’s year without the internet (via christinefriar)
humansofnewyork: Found this young man leaning against a tree in Boston Commons, writing in a notebook: “It’s sort of hip hop, sort of poetry,” he said. I asked him if I could photograph a page. I pray for peace, I search for love,I hope you hear me out cuz no one ever does;we gotta stick together all we got is us;we can’t stop the negative unless wespread the peace and love; Step outside of self, step into the world; noticehow everything we do affects the future boys and girls;hate crimes happen every damn day;got my momz scared my sister can’t go out to play,because her fear is that some psycho feels like snatching kids todayall these damn police but people still ain’t feeling safe; Why does it take a tragedy to bring peopletogether; we know its bound to happen,we should try to stay that way forever;now this is not to say I’m better;but at a young age I learned that birds fly together;it’s a survival tactic and I suggest we use itlet’s come together, as we spread the peaceand love music In the upper right corner, are the names of the first two victims of the bombing. “I wrote them first for inspiration,” he said.  
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humansofnewyork:

Found this young man leaning against a tree in Boston Commons, writing in a notebook: “It’s sort of hip hop, sort of poetry,” he said.

I asked him if I could photograph a page.

I pray for peace, I search for love,
I hope you hear me out cuz no one ever does;
we gotta stick together all we got is us;
we can’t stop the negative unless we
spread the peace and love;

Step outside of self, step into the world; notice
how everything we do affects the future boys and girls;
hate crimes happen every damn day;
got my momz scared 
my sister can’t go out to play,
because her fear is that some psycho 
feels like snatching kids today
all these damn police but people still ain’t feeling safe;

Why does it take a tragedy to bring people
together; we know its bound to happen,
we should try to stay that way forever;
now this is not to say I’m better;
but at a young age I learned that birds fly together;
it’s a survival tactic and I suggest we use it
let’s come together, as we spread the peace
and love music

In the upper right corner, are the names of the first two victims of the bombing. “I wrote them first for inspiration,” he said.

 

kateoplis: “Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.” —David Foster Wallace Art: Alejandro Guijarro
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kateoplis:

“Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”

—David Foster Wallace

Art: Alejandro Guijarro

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