“Depression makes you seek lonely places, and that is what I started doing during the second semester of my first year in college. The black creek, the woods, the empty fields, the old cemetery-anywhere away from people, away from their critical eyes. I would seek out these places, choosing routes and times that would mean I could avoid as many people as possible.” PeopleYearsFirstsMeanEyeBlackFieldsCollegeDepressionLonelyEmptyIllnessWoodsCriticalMental IllnessRoutesCemeteryCreeksSemesterLonely Places Author:Samantha Abeel
“Few books today are forgivable. Black on canvas, silence on the screen, an empty white sheet of paper are perhaps feasible.” BookTodayBlackWhiteSilencePaperEmptyScreensCanvasSheets Book:The Politics of Experience Source: The Politics of Experience
“A bizarrerie of fires, cunabulum of light, it moved with a deft, almost dainty deliberation, phasing into and out of existence like a storm-shot piece of evening; or perhaps the darkness between the flares was more akin to its truest nature swirl of black ashes assembled in prancing cadence to the lowing note of desert wind down the arroyo behind buildings as empty yet filled as the pages of unread books or stillnesses between the notes of a song.” BookLightSongBlackBehindsExistenceDarknessFirePiecesBuildingWindPagesShotsEmptyMovedFilledNotesStormEveningDesertStillnessAshesTruestDeliberationCadenceFlareSwirlsDaintyUnread BooksPrancing Book:Frost and Fire Source: Frost and Fire
“I'm wearing black leggings and a loose top festooned with a Menger sponge of empty pockets stitched out of smaller pockets and smaller still, almost down to the limits of visibility woven in freefall by hordes of tiny otaku spiders, I'm told, their genes programmed by an obsessive-compulsive sartorial topologist.” StillsBlackLimitsEmptyTinyPocketsGenesSpidersWovenObsessiveSpongesHordeVisibilityLeggingsObsessive CompulsiveOtakuWearing BlackEmpty Pockets Book:Glasshouse Source: Glasshouse