Laughing Through It: Emily Austin’s Everyone in This Room Will Someday Be Dead
Morbid humor exists for a reason: to poke fun at our inevitable ends and lighten its emotional load.
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Join NOW!Morbid humor exists for a reason: to poke fun at our inevitable ends and lighten its emotional load.
...moreEach bug in the water is one less bug on my fruit, I tell myself, ignoring the truth: under the soil, another is born.
...moreMaybe you didn’t remember to get out of his way while pretending to be brave. It’s hard to be brave when you think a man is about to kill you.
...morePerhaps they are really saying: This will not happen to me. I will be prepared. And, in hoisting that hypothetical gun, they feel they are made safe from the appalling vulnerability of living.
...moreMaybe I can touch it and show it to you. If I convince you, we can call it real. And then perhaps it will be.
...moreAnxiety disorients me from inside. My heart moves so erratically I’m afraid it will give out, my breath so staggered I have to remind myself to take in air.
...moreIt’s true that real estate can’t save a marriage. But it might be equally true that it can save a relationship.
...moreThe point is not to lose yourself to that landscape, and to not become fearful of new landscapes.
...moreI drifted off and dreamed that Emily and I donned riding hoods and ran through the forest to escape from wolves.
...moreShe studies you, still panting with an energy that consumes the room, and whispers in a reedy voice: “They say you fucked up your heart.”
...moreDirector William Cusick discusses his new film, Pop Meets the Void, its unconventional narrative structure, simultaneously acting and directing, and the universal urge to create.
...moreIt’s a literal confrontation of his metaphorical fear, a visual take on Rilke’s words: to view Güeros is to see a “thing poem” on the screen, to witness something like “The Panther” materialize.
...moreMichael Hearst has come a long way from the guy who played plastic wind instruments on Seventh Avenue, to an admirably creative and original adulthood.
...moreThis was a world I wished I’d created myself.
...moreDepression is often marked by this type of absence—loss of pleasure, loss of energy, loss of meaning. It is frequently described as a type of nothingness, and while that nothingness is something, it can elude usual means of communication.
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