We had no price, what happened?

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Leave the city, fall off the earth.

Drop some shrooms,

drop some inhibitions.

Expand the boundaries of your mindset

and strip that canvas to its original white:

reset.

Stare into nothing, contemplate nothing,

let go of that stubborn grasping of inhibitions.

Regress to unison with nature, find that inner peace,

for being alone is not inherently depressing.

Find solace in the dark, open abyss

and discover independence…

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rg91:

speed

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lonelycoast:

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kateoplis:

“Fiction is one of the few experiences where loneliness can be both confronted and relieved. Drugs, movies where stuff blows up, loud parties — all these chase away loneliness by making me forget my name’s Dave and I live in a one-by-one box of bone no other party can penetrate or know. Fiction, poetry, music, really deep serious sex, and, in various ways, religion — these are the places (for me) where loneliness is countenanced, stared down, transfigured, treated.”

—David Foster Wallace

Art: Alejandro Guijarro

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