No more do I burn. No more for us the fluttering of wings That whirred in the air above us.
Lo the fair dead!
“After 27, people begin to become old, according to Melville. They look back and repeat. After 27, you begin to think, ‘Is this the right way to do it?’ You think twice. Before that, you say, ‘Fuck you, I don’t care. I just do it.’”
Jonas Mekas
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