climbing up the walls

2012-02-15T00:03:00.000+08:00

2012-02-06T22:50:00.003+08:00

by Craig McDean

You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. - Dr. Seuss

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“Memories are what warm you up from the inside. But they're also what tear you apart.”

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by Kuba Dabrowski

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Carlos Peters

Arthur Gosse

Antoine des Beauvais

Robert Laby

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back

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MOVE

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Moving on is waking up without a sour feeling in your stomach, looking at a familiar menu and ordering something different, taking the direct route to a destination and not the one that crosses a path you once set in stone. Moving on is when you think about him and don’t punish yourself for it, when he begins to evoke more of a scientific response than an emotional one, like “This is a 6’0” blonde-haired person who exists,” and not “This is a person I wish I’d never met; this is a person who has made me less of one.” Moving on is not to destroy or to combust or to set ablaze, it is simply to move, to advance through space and time, to leave behind the familiar dull of heartbreak for the new, the unknown, the strange. Moving on is a bird flying south for the winter who decides maybe the warmth isn’t so bad, who decides maybe he’ll stay there for awhile; moving on is like freedom, is what moving on is like.

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DRESS-UP

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LOSS

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When you entrust me to the grave, don't say,
"Good-bye! Farewell!"

For the grave is only a curtain for the gathering of souls in Paradise.

-Rumi

CIDER

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Warm Cider - Deji

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“But [Pooh] couldn't sleep. The more he tried to sleep the more he couldn't. He tried counting Sheep, which is sometimes a good way of getting to sleep, and, as that was no good, he tried counting Heffalumps. And that was worse. Because every Heffalump that he counted was making straight for a pot of Pooh's honey, and eating it all. For some minutes he lay there miserably, but when the five hundred and eighty-seventh Heffalump was licking its jaws, and saying to itself, "Very good honey this, I don't know when I've tasted better," Pooh could bear it no longer.”

BAMBOO

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Dries Van Noten S/S 12

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GIRLS

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LONE

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SPIT

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Chadwick Tyler

LINDESFARNE

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KAHN

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I have gotten so used to melancholia that I greet it like an old friend.

RUN

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source

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SUBTRACT

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Is it better to let you go or is it better to let you know?

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FOER

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MULTIPLE

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Cannot wait to work with Michal

Bare

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REMEMBER

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“Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterward remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.”

― Christina Rossetti

CIRCLES

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PERSONA

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Ça ne vaut pas la peine.

ZOO

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(Christiane F.)

Beatrice Letters

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I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from slim to zero, and until your face is fogged by distant memory, and your memory faced by distant fog, and your fog memorized by a distant face, and your distance distanced by the memorized memory of a foggy fog. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you no matter what happens to you, and no matter how I discover what happens to you, and no matter what happens to me as I discover this, and no matter how I am discovered after what happens to me as I am discovering this.”

- Lemony Snicket