Just So You Know, I Have Absolutely Nothing To Say. But I Swear, I'll Tell You All About It

Just so you know, I have absolutely nothing to say. But I swear, I'll tell you all about it

Akira Giada, "Letters to Sau"

Rêverie (1904) by John William Godward (1861-1922)

Hi! I wanted to thank you personally for being my first note in my entire Tumblr days. I don't know how did you find my post but nonetheless, am grateful. I also want to tell you that you don't let other people, including your family, define you. You may not be flawless but you are wonderful. If your body's made for leaving, then find a way to go and see the world. Keep writing and keep it ablaze! There's no greater thing in this world than knowing that you can be lost in words. :)

Please let me know who you are, dear daffodil. Xx This has made my day. Know that you have warmed my soul like only a book and my favourite tea can do. Thank you for everything. May life throw many smiles your way. X

I’m of course, with every bit of my conscious thinking, every bit of my work, in all my interventions, strongly, fundamentally, and in every way anti-racist. But history is larger than personal goodwill. Therefore I think we must confront the possibility that in what we produce there may be residual elements that can give fuel to the other side. I would say to other new immigrant intellectuals that they should look very carefully at what they produce. Vigilance is absolutely necessary. And in terms of that vigilance, it is agency, accountable reason, that we are talking about, not some sort of cultural difference.

Gayatri Chakravorty Spivak, from ‘Subaltern Talk: Interview with the Editors’ [emphasis mine]

I’m wasting my youth and beauty being a mysterious eccentric loner but I wouldn’t have it any other way

Italy. Milan. 1966. Bruno Barbey.