here are some photos of me bein a nymph
Musician in the Rain by Robert Doisneau 
Language can only begin with the void; no fullness, no certainty can ever speak; something essential is lacking in anyone who expresses himself. Negation is tied to language. When I ﬁrst begin, I do not speak in order to say something, rather a nothing demands to speak, nothing speaks, nothing ﬁnds its being in speech and the being of speech is nothing.
I think: there at the point where thought joins with me I am able to subtract myself from being, without diminishing, without changing, by means of a metamorphosis which saves me from myself, beyond any point of reference from which I might be seized. It is the property of my thought, not to assure me of existence (as all things do, as a stone does), but to assure me of being in nothingness itself, and to invite me not to be, in order te make me feel my marvelous absence. I think, said Thomas, and this visible, inexpressible, nonexistent Thomas I became meant that henceforth I was never there where I was, and there was not even anything mysterious about it. My existence became entirely that of an absent person who, in every act I performed, produced the same act and did not perform it.
Is the length of grass such a pressing issue that it needs to be so noisily sorted out from 7-10am?
popcorn rain cloud #popcorn #rain #popcornraincloud
grad students can’t be
measured by their fiscal worth
to a broke state school