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<n>I fed you with my Heart's blood</n>, a mixed media illustration by the artist <n>Cerva</n>.

A still from the 2019 film <n>Portrait of a Lady on Fire</n> featuring actor <n>Noémie Merlant</n>.

Model <n>Devon Aoki</n> photographed by <n>Mert Alas</n> and <n>Marcus Piggott</n> for <n>Pop Magazine</n>, Fall/Winter 2004.

An <n>extratropical cyclone</n> over Iceland on September 4, 2003, captured by <n>NASA</n>.

<n>evil thing / road network (towards end)</n> by <n>sage↪️ (spekulativ digital biology)</n>.

A still from the 1958 short film <n>L'opéra-mouffe</n> by director <n>Agnès Varda</n>.

An 1815 illustration by <n>William Hooker</n>, cover of the book <n>Corrige los nombres</n> by <n>Fruela Fernández</n>.

A selection from the <n>Akari Light Sculptures</n> collection by <n>Isamu Noguchi</n> for <n>Vitra</n>.

The <n>Slam Jam Funktion-One</n> sound system.

Artist <n>Henry Moore</n> with his sculpture <n>King and Queen</n> (1952). Photo by <n>Keystone Press</n>.

Cover art for releases by artists <n>vvlkn</n>, <n>Raunse Blat 77</n>, and <n>kozu</n>.

“Synchronicity is an ever present reality for those who have eyes to see it.”

— Carl Jung

A <n>Rhinestone Flower Choker Necklace</n>.

<n>Michelle Reis</n> in <n>Fallen Angels</n> (1995), a film by <n>Wong Kar-wai</n>.

Typographic design defining "pandemic," mentioning the <n>World Health Organization</n>.

Musician <n>Richard Devine</n> in his studio in Atlanta, Georgia. Published by <n>soundrooms</n>.

A still of <n>Barbie Ferreira</n> as <n>Kat Hernandez</n> in the television series <n>Euphoria</n>.

Album art for <n>Grace Jones</n>'s 1982 single <n>Living My Life</n>. Photo by <n>Jean-Paul Goude</n>.

A <n>Nautilus shell</n> photographed by <n>Tom Brakefield</n>.

A still of <n>Marcello Mastroianni</n> in <n>Federico Fellini</n>'s 1960 film, <n>La Dolce Vita</n>.

A still from the 2021 film <n>The Worst Person in the World</n>, directed by <n>Joachim Trier</n>.

To the man I hate.

I hate the day I met you.

I hate the day of chilly September, when a year ago you crossed my path.

I hate the day when I first heard the sound of your voice, your sarcastic talking manner and seducing tone.

I hate the way I got attached to your warm gaze and ironic jokes.

I hate the way I became so obsessed with you, your personality, your appearance, your intelligence.

I hate how I am craving for you touch, for your fingers to run through my hair and run all over my naked skin.

I hate how terribly insane my addiction towards you becomes.

But mostly I hate the way it is all a big useless lie.

Mostly I hate how you belong to someone else and how easy it appeared for life to make my dreams come true to another woman.