wanderlusting

to me new york was jackson pollock sipping vodka and dripping paint onto a raw canvas


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It is always at the beginning that wearisome things weary us. Later on, there comes the numbness of death. ‘I shall never be able to live like that.’ But it is the fact that you do live like that which enables you to accept it.
— Albert Camus, Notebooks (December 1937)

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