Ziyan > Recent Status Updates

Where do our notions of mind come from if not from metaphors generated by our tools?

I figured it was time for me to be in New York.

For a moment all his life is folding in and it's obvious to him that time is a lie...

I feel this pressure to be a strong and independent icon of womanhood and not have it look like my life is only revolving around some guy, but the love of a man and returning that love means a lot to me. I always make fun of it and stuff, but isn't everything we're doing in life a way to be loved a little more or something?

I think I get more excited about well-done representations of life than life itself.

You know her, but no one really knows anyone. That's the thing about relationships people are always saying, "I want to know you, I want to know who you are." But it is so hard for anyone to even know themselves. Who I am is always changing, so how can anyone else share in that?

Yet America as a subliminal presence remained everywhere, if not more strongly than before. An ideology defined only by what it opposes is doomed to be defined by that exact thing.

Wowwwww that was crazy why isn’t this story an entire book on its own 💔

I liked knowing that my life was following a track without having to accept responsibility for it.

There are sensations that exist for me only in English.

Office Hours was so brilliant.

new copy secured <3

Given that he didn't vibrate on similar poetic frequencies, even the most lyrical lines couldn't be used as incantations to conjure him psychically.

It’s so awkward here lmfao

Victorian “if he wanted to he would, but I wanted to & I didn’t” 💅🏼(Had he wished ever to see her again, he need not have waited till this time; he would have done what she could not but believe that in his place she should have done long ago)

“a very animated, comfortable state of imaginary agitation” lol

I think I lost this book I’m so confused

I’m gonna start saying “someone has ‘left nothing for advice to do’” thanks Jane

Cynicism has replaced the demand for pity. There are no limits to man's creativity.

A book offers more deliverance, more escape, more fulfillment of desire. In songs one remains locked in desire. There are no places, no scenes, no characters, only oneself and one's longing.

We all need to assess the advantages and constraints of a profession, the material side of life. Not out of harmless curiosity, or to make polite conversation, but to learn about other people's lives so that we can learn about our own life or the life we might have chosen.

There is dismay among the students. They had hoped to be relieved of their ignorance by a simple answer; instead they glimpse a complicated thought process and further questioning which will make them feel increasingly stupid.

They wish to act out the intimacy of a mother-to-daughter relationship which they see as enviable.

Our experience of the world cannot be subject to classification. In other words, the feelings and thoughts inspired by places and objects have nothing to do with their cultural content; thus a hypermarket can provide just as much meaning and human truth as a concert hall.

I felt I was continually hovering in some no man's land halfway between the earth and the sky. My gaze resembled the glass surfaces of office towers, reflecting no one, just the high-rise buildings and the clouds.

I thought, How bizarre that you can be someone else and the world will still absorb you.

The truth, when it finally hits you, sounds a lot like a slot machine hitting the jackpot.

What if I dissected my feelings, pulled them apart and brutalized them so that he would know they were true? Is this enough? I'd ask.

this shit is bizarre I’m wildly entertained

the melancholy of the common condition and the despair of not being able to escape it

I was wrong, after all, to tell you that the essential was to avoid judgment. The essential is being able to permit oneself everything, even if, from time to time, one has to profess vociferously one's own infamy.