he turned three tangerines into a single rose and used a blue napkin as its backdrop. if he put it in a contemporary art museum next to a placard that said something about “melancholy” or “heartbreak,” there would be articles written about him but instead, he coughed up phlegm and christened the flower and then placed it in a plastic garbage bin.
the apps on your iphone jiggle when you press down on one of them.
they are fully aware of the “x’s” in their upper left hand corners.
they are faced with their own mortality. they do not want to die.
you are supposed to stand still when there is a bee around you.
bees are more likely to sting people who run from them.
people get too scared to remember this when there are bees around.
i want to write a short story called “the line of best fit” and i want it to be about things that have actually happened but i want to bury them in so much fiction that nobody will be able to recognize the things that they have said.
there are some things that seem like beautiful things to do but when you do them, you realize that they aren’t very practical at all. for example, submerging your head under the water for a few seconds while you are taking a bath; you almost always get water up your nose.
ride a bus to somewhere miles away from where you are just so you can walk back. it is scary that you can never get away from yourself but sometimes you need to find something close to it.
"wherever, whatever. have a nice day."
sext: hey. who is this? im sorry. i don’t have your number saved.
sext: yawn into my yawn.
the myth of sisyphus is an allegory about depression and the banality of life and the reason that we sweat is to keep our body at a regulated temperature.
the human eye sees the color red before any other color. the human has decided that the color red means “stop.” the first thing that the human eye wants us to do is to stop.
there is too much beauty in the world and all art is just the artist trying to describe what they felt in their guts when they were vulnerable in a way that is accessible but not too accessible.
i thought the sky looked like a planetarium yesterday.
it is important to reinvent yourself every day. it doesn’t matter how small of a change but you need to make a conscious decision to alter your life someway, somehow. brush the teeth on the top before the teeth on the bottom instead of the other way around. put your clothes on in a different order. take your cell phone out of your pocket less. when you watch a television show, close your eyes for the duration of every commercial break. avoid falling into routines. routines are comfortable but also dangerous. everything that you do should feel fresh and new and exciting. things can be fresh and new and exciting even if they are the same. avoid meaningless conversation. don’t suppress laughter. read the books and watch the movies that you keep telling yourself that you will get around to eventually. cry when you need to but pay attention to your breathing when you cry instead of your thoughts. do not let yourself become anyone else. do not settle into anything. keep moving. keep changing. keep shedding your skin. leave your clothes in a pile on the floor when you sleep. write your dreams down when you wake up. stop planning out conversations before they happen. don’t think too much about anything.
when i was younger, my grandmother would teach me vocabulary words whenever she would spend time with me. i specifically remember eating a turkey sandwich and drinking a glass of iced tea in her kitchen while she used the bottles she had in the fridge to teach me the words “opaque” and “translucent.” another time, we were down the cape and she taught me that the blue flowers in someone’s front lawn were called “hydrangeas” but by the next day, i had forgotten what they were called and failed to answer when she had asked. then she looked at me and smiled and said “hi stranger!” and then told me what a “mnemonic device” was.
i do not feel alone whatsoever.
write the name of the person you love on a piece of paper and then go to one of your favorite spots, preferably one by a tree, and dig a hole using whatever means you see fit. take the gum that you are chewing and use it as adhesive to seal the piece of paper when you fold it over. put the piece of paper in the hole and then bury it. wait for a night that the moon is special to you or a day where the color of the sky makes your stomach drop. take the person that you love to the spot that you have buried their name and kiss them in a way that seems spontaneous. hold them for as long as you like, kiss them again, and keep walking. two weeks later, steal a pretty flower from someone’s garden and take it to the spot where you kissed them where you buried their name and plant the flower there and don’t tell them about the bubble gum or the piece of paper or the flower but do tell them how much they matter to you.
the standardization of church and state.