The Laundromat Floor.
Where Drinking Tea Meets Waxing Lyrical.
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Sylvia Plath’s copy of The Great Gatsby
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Something For Kate - ‘Sweet Nothing’ (Triple J Like A Version)
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And that’s the most frustrating thing about depression. It isn’t always something you can fight back against with hope. It isn’t even something — it’s nothing. And you can’t combat nothing. You can’t fill it up. You can’t cover it. It’s just there, pulling the meaning out of everything. That being the case, all the hopeful, proactive solutions start to sound completely insane in contrast to the scope of the problem.
It would be like having a bunch of dead fish, but no one around you will acknowledge that the fish are dead. Instead, they offer to help you look for the fish or try to help you figure out why they disappeared.
The problem might not even have a solution. But you aren’t necessarily looking for solutions. You’re maybe just looking for someone to say “sorry about how dead your fish are” or “wow, those are super dead. I still like you, though.”
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Imagine if this was like your entire life. Just perpetual dance and then sleep.
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Marcus Beach House by Bark Design Architects.
“The basic plan of the Marcus Beach house was sketched out in the sand during an early site visit: a simple diagram of two pavilions placed either side of a venerable Morton Bay ash that stands as a cynosure to the scale, proportions and life of the house around it.”
I’d tell you all you want and more, if the sounds I made could be what you hear.
