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<rss version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>Memories in Chaos</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @cerisipe)</generator><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>"When sharing music becomes foreplay, you know you have something beautiful."</title><description>“When sharing music becomes foreplay, you know you have something beautiful.”</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60087684</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60087684</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 05:02:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"In absurdist experience, suffering is individual. But from the moment when a movement of rebellion..."</title><description>“In absurdist experience, suffering is individual. But from the moment when a movement of rebellion begins, suffering is seen as a collective experience. Therefore the first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe. The malady experienced by a single man becomes a mass plague. In our daily trials rebellion plays the same role as does the “cogito” in the realm of thought: it is the first piece of evidence. But this evidence lures the individual from his solitude. It founds its first value on the whole human race. I rebel — therefore we exist.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Albert Camus, &lt;i&gt;The Rebel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60077474</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60077474</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:24:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a..."</title><description>“I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living. It’s a way of looking at life through the wrong end of a telescope. Which is what I do, And that enables you to laugh at life’s realities.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt; Dr Seuss&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60077035</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60077035</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:21:03 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"In absurdist experience, suffering is individual. But from the moment when a movement of rebellion..."</title><description>“In absurdist experience, suffering is individual. But from the moment when a movement of rebellion begins, suffering is seen as a collective experience. Therefore the first progressive step for a mind overwhelmed by the strangeness of things is to realize that this feeling of strangeness is shared with all men and that human reality, in its entirety, suffers from the distance which separates it from the rest of the universe. The malady experienced by a single man becomes a mass plague. In our daily trials rebellion plays the same role as does the “cogito” in the realm of thought: it is the first piece of evidence. But this evidence lures the individual from his solitude. It founds its first value on the whole human race. I rebel — therefore we exist.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Albert Camus, &lt;i&gt;The Rebel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60077029</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60077029</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 03:21:01 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint..."</title><description>“Writing is a form of therapy. Sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, the melancholia, the panic fear which is inherent in the human situation.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Graham Greene&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60070575</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60070575</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 02:23:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer."</title><description>“Your mind will answer most questions if you learn to relax and wait for the answer.”&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt; - &lt;em&gt;William Burroughs&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60069039</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60069039</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 02:10:46 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it....</title><description>&lt;p&gt;The unreal is more powerful than the real, because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it. Because it’s only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die. But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60067531</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60067531</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 01:55:06 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>you think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;you think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read. it was books that taught me that the things that tormented me most were the very things that connected me with all the people who were alive, or who had ever been alive.&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60066081</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/60066081</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 01:35:48 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>"Wake up. Get out of bed and stop hiding under the duvet, no matter how warm it is. You will get..."</title><description>“Wake up. Get out of bed and stop hiding under the duvet, no matter how warm it is. You will get nothing accomplished. Put some clothes on. Wear the red tights with the mustard yellow shoes. Arrange the 3 day old curls in your hair. Do something nice for yourself today. Get pretty for absolutely no reason other than to prove to yourself that you’re not worthless and sloven. Go to your favorite record store and listen to the old man’s playlist that usually consists of Howlin’ Wolf and strange 60s Middle Eastern music. Buy yourself your favorite garlic and tomato burrito, and make sure you get extra guacamole. Drive past Emily Dickinson’s house and imagine the lack of life she had. Spend the extra money on your favorite art magazine and plan a trip to Sweden in your head. Sing your favorite songs in your car. Make a pit stop to the reservoir. Collect the last leaves from autumn. Watch the sun sink into the horizon.&lt;br/&gt;
Don’t stare at your phone and wait for it to vibrate. Don’t mope. Don’t think about the only men in your life that have belittled you this week. Don’t sit. Don’t wait. Don’t look at the time that you’ve always set to three hours behind. Don’t delay your life even though someone has attempted to delay yours.”</description><link>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/59352709</link><guid>http://cerisipe.tumblr.com/post/59352709</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Nov 2008 12:42:12 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
