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Not today (#NoKings).

"We are all here, drunkards and harlotts
And how joyless we are together!
On the walls, flowers and birds
Languish about clouds.

You smoke the black pipe,
So strange this smoke over it.
I dressed in a narrow skirt
To look more shapely.

Oh, how my heart is yearning!
Amn’t I waiting for my death hour?
And a woman who is dancing now
Certainly is going to hell."

—Anna Akhmatova via

"We live beneath glass here in the City, all the time, but we are reminded of this in practice only when we attempt to walk away from it, or when, as happens several times a day, we hear the sad thunk of an oblivious bird, and then look up to see it sliding down the invisible slope."

"After a nightmare move—a proper, unremitting nightmare of a move—tonight is my last night in the apartment. I am very sad and very excited. Surely the Germans have a word for this?" —@matthewclayfield

"Umzugswehfreude - the bittersweet pain-pleasure of moving house" —@josephsfurey

"Not because words have magic powers, though most of me believes they might, but because silence hasn’t done the job. Silence has only let it stalk about in the dark, bulking up, making threats.."