(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
(via fuckyeahexistentialism)
difficult times. all seems to be marinated in the ennui of death. a passing phase, i’m sure. even in this time of rebirth, its shadow haunts me. i must be mindful. death, like life, is a thought. there will always be times when this truth is challenged by leagues of unseemly devils. there is only one way, and that is the path one treads. it’s easy to get lost. difficult is the will to synthesize those dark alleys with the road itself. there is no difference. demons and angels alike are bodhisattvas.
easier said than done.
Study for Pizza Eater, Eric Fischl 1982
oh. he spoke at my graduation.
(Source: countryhouse, via ahcult)