
darkness comes
suffering touches us
again and again
there is pain
there in the midst of
such harsh barrenness
a cardinal […] calling away despair
You've got to dig to dig it, you dig?
“… closeness […], one that defies time and space impressed itself on her imagination. Reading Dickinson’s letters and poems she found in the work a place of recognition, a mirroring of her own inner landscape. […] She would enter more fully into the psychic spaces inhabited by Emily Dickinson to return to herself, and her present.”
bell hooks, between us: traces of Love–Dickinson, Horn, Hooks
Roni Horn: Earths Grow Thick, (catalogue), Felix Gonzalez-Torres (There it was, […] all by itself, […], it didn’t need anything. Sitting on the floor, ever so lightly. A new landscape, a possible horizon, a place of rest and absolute beauty. Waiting for the right viewer willing and needing to be moved to a place of the imagination.).

… fantasy [or the imaginary] is in realism. What is possible, what is probable, what an action might do, and the scale and the scope of the possible effects of things, that’s all about fantasy, projection, and attachment. It’s not exterior to life at all, it’s interior. It’s all about moving within the space of living.
Berlant & Hardt, 2012.

Make even everyday moments memorable via Improve your memory.
paying undivided attention to important events and interactions
Make even everyday moments memorable–assigns vivid images to whatever one’s trying to remember
study or reflect on things you want to remember, the more likely these memories will be strengthened–commit the scene to memory by journaling
“a memory uncertain about a sentence
a certain observation of an indefinite object”
Joshua Rothman on forms of thinking, in New Yorker.
“our inner voices are powerful tools that must be tamed. […] The idea is to manage the voice that you use for self-management.
[…]
Schwitzgebel thinks it’s a mistake to categorize dreams one way or the other. “We should also consider the possibility that our dreams are neither color nor black-and-white,” he writes. Dreams are unreal, and might not lend themselves to being described during waking life. In describing them, we give them a fixity they may not have.
[…]
Daniel Dennett argued that a layer of fiction is woven into what it is to be human. In a sense, fiction is flawed: it’s not true. […] Fiction, Dennett writes, has a deliberately “indeterminate” status: it’s true, but only on its own terms. The same goes for our minds.”

Walking long and far help my thinking process.

Stand and stare some place, recalling or thinking through what comes to mind.

We sing the familiar because it feels soft and always.
Corazón in Fall, Emma Trelles
when something taken for granted
is suddenly over, the pause when you take stock
and realize you’ll never have as much,
that change is always a lessening
The Way Words Echo in Our Heads, James Cihlar