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Everybody’s wonderin’ what and where they they all came from
Everybody’s worryin’ ’bout where they’re gonna go
When the whole thing’s done
But no one knows for certain
And so it’s all the same to me
I think I’ll just let the mystery be

Some say once you’re gone you’re gone forever
And some say you’re gonna come back
Some say you rest in the arms of the Saviour
If in sinful ways you lack

Some say that they’re comin’ back in a garden
Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas
I think I’ll just let the mystery be

Everybody’s wonderin’ what and where they they all came from
Everybody’s worryin’ ’bout where they’re gonna go
When the whole thing’s done
But no one knows for certain
And so it’s all the same to me
I think I’ll just let the mystery be

Some say they’re goin’ to a place called Glory
And I ain’t saying it ain’t a fact
But I’ve heard that I’m on the road to purgatory
And I don’t like the sound of that
I believe in love and I live my life accordingly
But I choose to let the mystery be

Everybody is wondering what and where they they all came from
Everybody is worryin’ ’bout where they’re gonna go
When the whole thing’s done
But no one knows for certain
And so it’s all the same to me

I think I’ll just let the mystery be
I think I’ll just let the mystery be

 

Let The Mystery Be — Iris Dement (The Leftovers soundtrack)

 


 

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Streptococcus Pneumoniae

 

It is all a game. A controlled universe where one mustn’t, can’t, deviate from the well rehearsed script.

This what we’ve come to:

We don’t get bemoan that we don’t know who we, or others, are any more; that is simply the price we pay for the dubious comfort of hygiene, or whatever the fuck we’re now calling this compulsion to scrub our lives clean of every dissonant bacteria, this perplexing assumption of a compromised immune system in compulsory need of an aseptic ritual.

 

 

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I envy people to whom a quip in their mother tongue isn’t any more worthy of consideration than, for instance, stating their name or address; the result of a lifetime of operating within a specific cultural context.

Fluency without baggage is an illusion, maybe. It sometimes disheartens me to realise that most of my own baggage was acquired on purpose, not by an organic sequence of random accidents.

Nowhere. That’s where I’m from.

 

 

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La Laideur https://ze.fontainhas.com/la-laideur/ https://ze.fontainhas.com/la-laideur/#respond Fri, 05 May 2017 15:21:36 +0000 https://ze.fontainhas.com/?p=11013  

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Jean Seberg on the set of “Bonjour Tristesse” (Otto Preminger, 1958) – Photo by Bob Willoughby.

 

Sans partager avec mon père cette aversion pour la laideur qui nous faisait souvent fréquenter des gens stupides, j’éprouvais en face des gens dénués de tout charme physique une sorte de gêne, d’absence ; leur résignation à ne pas plaire me semblait une infirmité indécente. Car, que cherchions nous, sinon plaire ? Je ne sais pas encore aujourd’hui si ce goût de conquête cache une surabondance de vitalité, un goût d’emprise ou le besoin furtif, inavoué, d’être rassuré sur soi même, soutenu.

Françoise Sagan — Bonjour Tristesse

 

 

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You can’t be aware that you’ve seen a tree until after you’ve seen the tree, and between the instant of the vision and the instant of awareness, there must be a time lag. We sometimes think of that time lag as unimportant, but there’s no justification for thinking that the time lag is unimportant—none whatsoever. The past exists only in our memories, the future only in our plans. The present is our only reality. The tree that you are aware of intellectually, because of the small time lag, is always in the past and therefore is always unreal. Any intellectually conceived object is always in the past and therefore unreal.

Robert M. Pirsig — Zen and The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Rest in peace, Robert.

 

 

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What We’ll Become https://ze.fontainhas.com/what-well-become/ https://ze.fontainhas.com/what-well-become/#respond Mon, 27 Mar 2017 23:29:04 +0000 https://ze.fontainhas.com/?p=10953  

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Eros & Psique. José de Almada-Negreiros, 1954.

 

 

No matter how clever, sober and magnanimous we think we are, we simply don’t know, do we? Not who we were, who we are, or what we’ll become.

What if abandonment isn’t an elusive purpose at all? What if it is our pervading essence, the one which we routinely disregard?

 

 

 

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Right, Yeah https://ze.fontainhas.com/right-yeah/ https://ze.fontainhas.com/right-yeah/#respond Wed, 02 Nov 2016 22:43:54 +0000 https://ze.fontainhas.com/?p=10836 sunset

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– So, is this it?

– I suppose so, why?

– Nothing, really.

– It’s about time, no? They’re all gone now.

– Probably. Cheers.

– Right, yeah.

 

 

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It’s Not That https://ze.fontainhas.com/its-not-that/ https://ze.fontainhas.com/its-not-that/#comments Fri, 28 Oct 2016 00:53:32 +0000 https://ze.fontainhas.com/?p=10798 not-that

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I mean, I always thought that the music of a thousand instruments, no matter how much out of tune, would make me assemble a sonata, inevitably.

It’s a little puzzling to discover that it never does and that the fault most likely lies in my own algorithm.

At some point you give up, you owe it to yourself to give up, you have to, right?

Right?

 

 

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No, Wait https://ze.fontainhas.com/no-wait/ https://ze.fontainhas.com/no-wait/#respond Tue, 18 Oct 2016 23:57:36 +0000 https://ze.fontainhas.com/?p=10779  

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"Ribamar Study" by Mia Fontainhas & Vítor Neto, 2016

“Ribamar Study” by Mia Fontainhas & Vítor Neto, 2016

 

No, no, no, no, you misunderstand.

I have no idea of what’s going on, none. That you should think I have, even if barely, says more about about you than it does about me.

My only “choice” was to not have one, to let go.

So I did.

 

 

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The Fever of My Own https://ze.fontainhas.com/the-fever-of-my-own/ https://ze.fontainhas.com/the-fever-of-my-own/#respond Wed, 12 Oct 2016 21:14:21 +0000 http://ze.fontainhas.com/?p=10758 img_20161002_163001

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There was a time, I think, when I’d sacrifice everything for raising my body temperature by so little as a single celsius degree, were it just to be raised by holding your naked skin.

But I don’t know anymore.

I have of course been repeatedly reminded of my blatant selfishness as if somehow I was unaware of it; I wasn’t, the selfishness is implied, inevitable.

What no one ever told me, what I never considered, is the possibility of there being no fever of my own to return. Not by choice, but rather by design.

Don’t look at me, I’m not your kind.

 

 

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