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TO PACK AND WEAR:
2 skirts
2 jerseys or leotards
1 pullover sweater
2 pair shoes
stockings
bra
nightgown, robe, slippers
cigarettes
bourbon
bag with: shampoo
toothbrush and paste
Basis soap, razor
deodorant
aspirin
prescriptions
Tampax
face cream
powder
baby oil

TO CARRY:
mohair throw
typewriter
2 legal pads and pens
files
house key

Joan Didier

1947

It is useless to try to make peace with ourselves by being pleased with everything we have done. In order to settle down in the quiet of our own being we must learn to be detached from the results of our own activity. We must withdraw ourselves, to some extent, from effects that are beyond our control and be content with the good will and the work that are the quiet expression of our inner life. We must be content to live without watching ourselves live, to work without expecting an immediate reward, to love without an instantaneous satisfaction, and to exist without any special recognition. It is only when we are detached from ourselves that we can be at peace with ourselves. We cannot find happiness in our work if we are always extending ourselves beyond ourselves and beyond the sphere of our work in order to find ourselves greater than we are. 

No Man Is An Island, Thomas Merton

2247

"Forgiveness: Giving up all hope for a better past."
—Robert Lee Massie, executed in California on March 27, 2001

Giving up all hope - to have a better past

//Giving up all hope for having a better past

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By Ed Gein

1542

The universe 13 million years ago.

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Memories of Emanon

"Based on the award-winning novel by Shinji Kajio (梶尾真治), Memories of Emanon tells the story of a mysterious girl who holds a 3-billion year old memory, dating back to the moment life first appeared on Earth". Art by Tsuruta Kenji.

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Misao Fujimura (July 1886 – May 22, 1903)

His most (only?) famous poem, carved into a tree nearby Kegon Falls before he jumped.

Delicate line between heaven and earth…
The calm of the ages,
all the world’s worth.
Such minuscule measure,
while we think it so grand…

Just five specks of smallness,
This soft quiet land.
So frail and so fleeting,
in the end you will see
Simple dreams were Horatio’s philosophy.

For all the truth,
all creation,
all secrets of yore
Can be told in an instant,
by then they’re no more.

Ah, The Unexplainable
All worries unsettled,
heartache unresolved…
All questions unanswered,
with death, shall be solved.

We already teeter,
this sheer cliff so high.
When we fall to corruption,
insecurities die.

To end is to start;
to surrender is to know.

Despair and depression,
together they grow.
Hope shall meet hopeless
when there’s nowhere to go.

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Sadly, english translator unknown