Susan Sontag, from As Consciousness is Harnessed to Flesh: Journals and Notebooks, 1964-1980; October 16th, 1965
﹙Text ID: But I must not think of the past. I must go on, destroying my memory.﹚
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sometimes i think about how constellations are an entirely man-made construct and don’t actually exhist inherently in nature. i mean, the universe just gave us stars, and we saw art and myths and stories in them. the capacity that humans have for seeing purpose in the incidental makes me realize just how lonely we are on this planet, desperately searching for meaning elsewhere in the universe.
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I be like “im trying my best” and then sleep 15 hours a day
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