Utopia is not a kind of place but a kind of time, those all too brief moments when one would not wish to be anywhere else. Is there an instinct, a very ancient instinct, for breathing in unison? The ultimate utopia, that.
– Susan Sontag, In America
Utopia is not a kind of place but a kind of time, those all too brief moments when one would not wish to be anywhere else. Is there an instinct, a very ancient instinct, for breathing in unison? The ultimate utopia, that.
– Susan Sontag, In America
by Emma Bowen
On January 13th, 2022, I typed two sentences in a note on my MacBook.
“One year from now, my life is going to be completely different than what I’ve always known. I don’t know if that’s comforting or the contrary.”
Sitting at the same laptop a year and a half later, I can confidently say this prophecy is entirely true and entirely false at the same time.
Read More »The world is a terrible place for sensitive people but the closer we come to losing our minds, the harder we’ll work to keep them.
– Kae Tempest, Hold Your Own
To be sensual, I think, is to respect and rejoice in the force of life, of life itself, and to be present in all that one does, from the effort of loving to the breaking of bread.
— James Baldwin, The Fire Next Time