“I have no idea what to believe I’ll find in here anymore. You could park a Costco in one of these rooms and I’d just nod along once I found it, like, Uh-huh. Okay, sure. Of course.” HumourDepressionArchitectureBrutalismLiminal Space Book:Coup de Grâce Source: Coup de Grâce
“Yet, despite all that, I sometimes relapse into hope. Just as Orpheus, just as Lot’s wife, at times I turn, as a result of sudden, mad temptation for the lust of life, of love, of remembering, and look back upon living with fondness, and embrace uncertainty.” HopeDespairSuicidal ThoughtsOrpheus Book:Coup de Grâce Source: Coup de Grâce
“Replete is the body which holds for us these sublime ecstasies, replete with sanctity and graces, all of it so briefly; it glitters wondrously on the ground, then extinguishes like a flame.” LoveLifePoetryHope Book:Coup de Grâce Source: Coup de Grâce
“And if it’s not me, it’s someone else. There are a million ways in which the body is stolen from us—debt and interest and data and labour and literal tissue and blood that can be harvested, and affective, sexual, and emotional energy. Capitalists, which clutch and pry and feed, dreaming up ways in which they can make your body not your own, and when the last drop of blood is exhausted they’ll have the audacity to bill you for it.” BodyDepressionCapitalismLaborMental HealthOppressionAnticapitalism Book:Coup de Grâce Source: Coup de Grâce
“Isn’t that what sickness is? A violence, in need of direction, channeled inward?” DiseaseDepressionSuicideSicknessSuicidal ThoughtsLiminal Space Book:Coup de Grâce Source: Coup de Grâce