February 2012
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“Hace unos años comenzaron a aparecer unos graffiti misteriosos en los muros de la ciudad nueva de Fez, en Marruecos. Se descubrió que los trazaba un vagabundo, un campesino emigrado que no se había integrado en la vida urbana y que para orientarse debía marcar itinerarios de su propio mapa secreto, superponiéndolos a la topografía de la ciudad moderna que le era extraña y...
how many kinds of sadness?
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The Sophie Calle books in the library smell like perfume.
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Four Tet - Moma
Everyday I’m closer to being able to say that I hate Vice Magazine.
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I have an irrational aversion towards Jared Leto for no concise reason.
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What’s with the psychology book and terrorist attack prevention?
January 2012
27 posts
Am I like the only photo major who hasn’t been to the abandoned kodak building?
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but but I dont wanna do the gallery review
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Y cae la noche pero
despacio, anaranjado
comiendo azules.
Pero todo es sepia,
para tus ojos desiertos.
kyasarin:
Porn stars are such bad actors.
Like what the hell am I watching
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The desk, which took up almost the whole length of the room, stood near the windows and was placed in such a way that the lawyer had his back to the door, so that a visitor was obliged to cross the whole width of the room like the veriest intruder before he could see the lawyer’s face, unless indeed the latter were kind enough to turn toward him.
Franz Kafka, The Trial
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