WRITERS VIBES

A still from <n>The Story of the Last Chrysanthemums</n> (1939), directed by <n>Kenji Mizoguchi</n>.

“Where is my truth in this?
Is it in one hand?
While the other is on your cheek?”


-kataen

Crowded rooms are just thousands of mirrors, 
disguised as people…

A still from <n>Gaspar Noé</n>'s 2021 film <n>Vortex</n>, featuring <n>Dario Argento</n> and <n>Françoise Lebrun</n>.


“I” am not a creation.
“I” am not creating myself, not really.
“I” am not created.
“I” am rather explained as a “happening”
A mere suggestion of something, that could be.
But isn’t.



-kataen

Sculpture <n>This Box is Empty</n> (2001) by artist <n>David Bellingham</n>.

Why is my loneliness always in conflict 
with my need to be alone?

"I would recognize you in total darkness. Were you mute and I deaf. I would recognize you in another lifetime entirely, in different bodies, different times. And I would love you in all of this, until the very last star is the sky burn out into oblivion."

<n>WORK IN PROGRESS</n>, an archiving book by studio <n>The First Penguin</n>, published by <n>T-FP Press</n>.

Are these thoughts merely dreams?
Or are these dreams merely thoughts?






-Kataen