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Images based on song lyrics, literature, poems, and philosophy:
“Aorta, Tattoo the artery with acute artistry, For your love, for your lover to find.” Hiatus Kaiyote – Breathing Underwater“But listen carefully to the sound of your loneliness, like a heartbeat, drives you mad in the stillness of remembering what you had and what you lost.” – Fleetwood Mac “Dreams”“And it came, a heatwave, a merciful save. And you choose, you chose, poetry over prose. A map is more unreal than where you’ve been or how you feel.” – Feist “Intuition”“Pink little lamb, on a granite slab. Black chasm creeping, forever leaking. Oh universe, Sing in reverse. Oh sucking lung, We’ll never come. Forever loving! Forever waiting!” – Swans “A Little God in My Hands”“I’m losing my edge to the art-school Brooklynites in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered eighties.” LCD Soundsystem“At night I wake up with the sheets soaking wet, and a freight train running through the middle of my head” – Bruce Springsteen “I’m On Fire”“Your heart felt good. It was dripping pitch and made of wood.” – Modest Mouse “Third Planet”“Why is the bedroom so cold, turned away on your side? Is my timing that flawed, our respect run so dry?” Joy Division “Love Will Tear Us Apart”Everything eats and is eaten, time is fed / Early еvening, the pink ring swallows / The sphеrical marigold terrain / Sleepily, Venus sinks and hollows / The stationed headlight of a plane / You are as far from me as memory / With fixtures fracture varyingly – Adrianne Lenker “ingydar”Only one ship is seeking us, a black-sailed unfamiliar, towing at her back A huge and birdless silence. In her wake no waters breed or break. – Philip Larkin “Next, Please”“The smoke alarm went off in the hallway upstairs, either to let us know the battery had just died or because the house was on fire. We finished our lunch in silence.” Don Delillo – White Noise“Why shouldn’t our refugees from late-stage capitalism participate in the wonders of hypercubic spatiality? You don’t have to understand a house to live in it.” – Jonathan Lethem – The Crooked House“I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.” —Edith Wharton, Ethan Frome (1911) “Lift up your faces, you have a piercing need For this bright morning dawning for you. The horizon leans forward, Offering you space to place new steps of change.” Maya Angelou “…I slid into myself perfectly fitted, as a diver meets her reflection in a pool.” Annie Dillard“In the beginning, sometimes I left messages in the street.” —David Markson, Wittgenstein’s Mistress (1988)“He was born with a gift of laughter and a sense that the world was mad.” —Raphael Sabatini, Scaramouche (1921)“The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel.” —William Gibson, Neuromancer (1984)“The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” L. P. Hartley, The Go-Between (1953)“It was the day my grandmother exploded.” —Iain M. Banks, The Crow Road (1992)“A screaming comes across the sky.” —Thomas Pynchon, Gravity’s Rainbow (1973)“For a long time, I went to bed early.” —Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way (1913)“Psychics can see the color of time it’s blue.” —Ronald Sukenick, Blown Away (1986)“Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” —Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina (1877)
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