“n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time—which grows back again and again until you develop a more sophisticated interior structure, held up by a strong and flexible spine, built less like a fortress than a cluster of treehouses.”
Get as close to the finishing line as you can…then wing It at the end by the skin of your teeth—that creates magic, contradiction, conflict. A well-planned ending has no magic.
|—Roman + Williams (via howtowork)|
DESIGNS FOR FRAGILE PERSONALITIES IN ANXIOUS TIMES, 2004/05
Christodoulos Panayiotou, Never Land, from a newspaper photo archive in Cyprus.
I follow you in the dark, feeling my way toward the light of that tongue that calls me from the depths of a miraculous mouth.
Antonin Artaud, Uccello the Hair from L’Art et la mort, 1929. Via.