Katherine Bodner
@katesthoughts
Katherine Bodner
Falling rain patterns the windows (Sally Rooney)
Then, also, “rain smearing the glass”
To resist the climate crisis, we must resist the billionaire class | Peter Kalmus
Peter Kalmustheguardian.com
We need to make resistance a party.
Let’s have conspiracy potlucks. Let’s remember how to listen, and to figure things out together. Let’s join and nurture networks of communities based on trust and mutual aid, where we have each others’ backs and take care of each other in a material way.
Consolation, by Edvard Munch. Such beauty. Interesting to compare to similar picture “the Vampire” which Munch painted with a similar idea in mind (only that the woman seems to be consoling the man, giving him a kiss on his neck) but which was then named “the Vampire” by another writer/companion of his/can’t remember… illustrates power dynamics and a certain fear of women gaining power at the time (early 1900)
“No one is perfect. Sometimes you need people to be perfect and they can't be and you hate them forever for not being even though it isn't their fault and it's not yours either. You just needed something they didn't have in them to give you. And then in other people's lives you do the same thing, you're the person who lets everyone down, who fails
... See more“But a person's outward appearance does not define the boundaries of their internal feelings, Ivan knows. Plain, unappealing people are by no means exempt from the experience of strong passions.” - Intermezzo by Sally Rooney (p 24)
The fact is, we exist. We’re here, we’re alive, and as long as that’s the case, the future can still be worse or better depending on our actions. Every minute we continue to breathe, to get up, to raise our kids, we are choosing hope—hope that it’s better to keep existing than to not, to keep breathing than to not, to keep getting up than to not.
“Wordlessly Peter contemplates the remark. Great, yes. Also very expensive and probably insane. No, she's a nice girl, it's not her fault. I just get off on messing with her head, I don't know why. I'm in love with someone else anyway. Once you meet your soulmate, there's no point pretending, is there? Feeling of solace you get when she's near you.
... See more„In the kitchen, she unfolds the clotheshorse and hangs up their damp swimwear while he puts on the kettle. Her impression of the day they have spent together seems dimly to envelop her, succession of images, slender black dog racing across a green garden, taste of sea salt on her lips, glittering warmth of the hotel dining room. Idea of God as an
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