“When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons! What am I supposed to do with these?!”—Cave Johnson, Portal 2 (via bulletpointballet)
a bird stitched into the tablecloth flies below the supper dishes
long days are under the white plates now empty of food
the bird is flying over a country where the trees feign death
so as not to be seen
their salvation is that many have lived in that place
without knowing it
all of those rising from their chairs
had lives there once between the particles
cloistered beyond sight they knelt in the tranquility
of calling out to each other
they had the faith of children then
they had a world of things to do.
Marc says the suffering that we don’t see still makes a sort of sound—a subtle, soft noise, nothing like the cries of screams that we might think of—more the slight scrape of a hat doffed by a quiet man, ignored as he stands back to let a lovely woman pass, her dress just brushing his coat….
“Sex is used so often every day in the media. I mean, we use it to sell sneakers. And microwave meals. And at the same time we’re taught to kind of keep to ourselves… There’s this weird thing where we’re allowed to be sexy, but we’re not allowed to be sexual. So to me, it’s a veil of safety. So it’s okay to show your tits but it’s not okay to talk about what your kinks are, when you’re a woman.”—