marcel schwob | the faithful (trans. kit schluter)
Jeanie’s lover had become a sailor, and she was all alone, all alone. She wrote a letter, stamped the wax seal with her little finger, and threw it into the river among the long red grass. And in this way, it would travel all the way to the ocean. Jeanie did not know how to write, but her lover would be able to understand, since the letter spoke of love. And for a long time she awaited the response of the sea, but the response did not come. There was no letter to carry it from him to Jeanie.
And one day Jeanie set out in search of her lover. She looked at the water flowers and their bowed stems, and all the flowers were leaning toward him. And as she walked, Jeanie said: “On the sea, there is a boat — in the boat there is a room — in the room there is a cage — in the cage there is a bird — in the bird there is a heart — in the heart there is a letter — in the letter is written: I LOVE JEANIE — I love Jeanie is in the letter, the letter is in the heart, the heart is in the bird, the bird is in the cage, the cage is in the room, the room is in the boat, and the boat is far away on the great sea.”
And because Jeanie had no fear of men, dusty millers would offer bread to this simple and gentle woman who wore a gold ring on her finger; and with a white kiss, they would allow her to sleep among their flour sacks.
In this way she crossed the country of tawny rocks, and the land for low forests, and the flat meadows that surround the river by the cities. Many of those who gave Jeanie shelter would give her kisses, but she never returned them; for the unfaithful kisses that lovers give are marked by traces of blood on their cheeks.
Regurgitate your cookies perfectly so I can eat them. The moral of the story is give me cookies.
I wish I had more cookies. Wish I could regurgitate the cookies perfectly and eat them again.
Oh, okay, cool. Yeah, the show must be fucking wooooooosh on drugs, but from what I’ve seen it’s a spectacle, especially this time around. If you did the VIP thing and took a picture with her on shrooms, and shook her hand, that would have been a trip.San Francisco date of the world tour last month. No openers & the show started at 9 on the dot. I did shrooms during it lol, it would have been great sober too tho
Idk but her live show was a++
Did you see her? Where?
When is Kyary coming to Atlanta? Looking at these meet and greet photos I’d like to pay to pose with her for about 60 seconds.
Tired of these expectations, that I have to live on someone else’s watch, at someone else’s behest. You’re going to have to wait like everyone else, including me, the only one working at the very center of this project — and I’ve definitely made strides with your interference at a elongated, prolongated absence, and I will continue to. I expect the same of me in the lives of everyone else. If I can help, I will.
My life is about me with you in the periphery as long as you want to be here. I barely claim possessions on friends, family, or people anymore because they come and go, they have to. As long as you’re on good terms with me, I’ll always be glad to have you in my orbit, but if your faith in me is going bad, then you need to take that hollowed out point it’s in, and save it for someone else so you prevent confirmation biasing your way into disappointment. I didn’t ask for it. People building me up to be someone of grand station, of something to watch, when I just wanted to be a normal person, whatever that is.
My ambitions differ from yours.
So chill. Do you.