katieeleanor:

lithographs by John Bauer

We had a lot of trouble with western mental health workers who came here immediately after the genocide and we had to ask some of them to leave.

They came and their practice did not involve being outside in the sun where you begin to feel better. There was no music or drumming to get your blood flowing again. There was no sense that everyone had taken the day off so that the entire community could come together to try to lift you up and bring you back to joy. There was no acknowledgement of the depression as something invasive and external that could actually be cast out again.

Instead they would take people one at a time into these dingy little rooms and have them sit around for an hour or so and talk about bad things that had happened to them. We had to ask them to leave.

—~A Rwandan talking to a western writer, Andrew Solomon, about his experience with western mental health and depression.

From The Moth podcast, ‘Notes on an Exorcism’. (via jacobwren)

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the things outside of other people’s apartments.

the things outside of other people’s apartments.

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lalatomtom:

Mary Jo Hoffman
(via Pin by Sheila Joubert on Neutral Natural | Pinterest)

lalatomtom:

Mary Jo Hoffman

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kafkasapartment:

Untitled (Department Store), 1929. Werner Mantz. Gelatin silver print.

kafkasapartment:

Untitled (Department Store), 1929. Werner Mantz. Gelatin silver print.

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A room is, after all, a place where you hide from the wolves. That’s all any room is.

—Jean Rhys, from Good Morning, Midnight, 1939 (via torturegardens)

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realityayslum:

Julia Margaret Cameron
 Mary Fisher, 1864
See also Liquid Night (OvO)

realityayslum:

Julia Margaret Cameron

Mary Fisher, 1864

See also Liquid Night (OvO)

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the sky at night. well, except for the tree in the way.

the sky at night. well, except for the tree in the way.

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The truth is always an abyss. One must — as in a swimming pool — dare to dive from the quivering springboard of trivial everyday experience and sink into the depths, in order to later rise again — laughing and fighting for breath — to the now doubly illuminated surface of things.

—Franz Kafka  (via goghst)

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It’s hell writing and it’s hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.

—Robert Hass  (via tristealven)

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yuqqy:

David Hockney

yuqqy:

David Hockney

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dailyartjournal:

Elena Ray

dailyartjournal:

Elena Ray

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occhiolism

dictionaryofobscuresorrows:

n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.