the atrocity of sunsets
x"In the midst of an abstract discussion it is vexing to hear a man say: ‘You think thus and so because you are a woman’; but I know that my only defense is to reply: ‘I think thus and so because it is true,’ thereby removing my subjective self from the argument. It would be out of the question to reply: ‘And you think the contrary because you are a man,’ for it is understood that the fact of a man is no peculiarity. A man is in the right in being a man; it is the woman who is in the wrong. It amounts to this: Just as for the ancients there was an absolute vertical with reference to which the oblique was defined, so there is an absolute human type, the masculine. Woman has ovaries, a uterus; these peculiarities imprison her in her subjectivity, circumscribe her within the limits of her own nature. It is often said that she thinks with her glands. Man superbly ignores the fact that his anatomy also includes glands, such as the testicles, and that they secrete hormones. He thinks of his body as a direct and normal connection with the world, where he believes he apprehends objectively, whereas he regards the body of woman as a hindrance, a prison, weighed down by everything peculiar to it."
Simone de Beauvoir, The Second Sex 
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x La Chamade (dir. Alain Cavalier, 1968)

La Chamade (dir. Alain Cavalier, 1968)

x"We don’t want other worlds; we want a mirror.
We seek contact and will never achieve it."
Andrei Tarkovsky, from Solaris (1972)
x A Fair Reflection (detail), 1915, John William Godward

A Fair Reflection (detail), 1915, John William Godward

x Sunset at Mesquite Dunes, California

Sunset at Mesquite Dunes, California

x"As long as some men use physical force to subjugate females, all men need not. The knowledge that some men do suffices to threaten all women."
Marilyn French
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Ava Gardner and Gregory Peck in The Snows of Kilimanjaro, 1952

x Beddgelert Bridge, North Wales, n.d., Samuel Palmer

Beddgelert Bridge, North Wales, n.d., Samuel Palmer

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Honeysuckle, Lyn Lifshin

bees, my
skin smells
of sun, the
insides of
roses. I want

to eat that
light. Every
thing that
grows does.

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Into the White, Pixies

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