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Natalie Raymond

POET | PHOTOGRAPHER | ARTIST
  • photo
    • landscape
    • travel
    • street
    • people
    • self portraits
    • iphone
    • digicams
    • documentary
  • film photo
    • 35mm
    • 110mm
    • 120mm
  • camcorder diary
  • visual art
    • digital collage
    • concrete + visual poetry
    • 30 days of collage
  • short films
    • glass beach
    • the secret history of griffith park
    • le mont saint michel
    • llano del rio
    • lime, oregon
    • finite
    • 4B
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    • poem films
    • vertical vids
    • photo essays
    • clips + scenes
  • audio expriments
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“There’s something good about being a failure—it keeps you going.”
— Robert Frank

what does failure even mean anyway?

September 17, 2019 in failure blog, diary
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“honestly, I’m not really sure what ‘failure’ even means anymore. what is the definition? is it just being broke, or bored, or whatever else? is it that you tried something & it didn’t work? & if that’s it, then isn’t that basically all life is anyway?

is it that you haven’t amounted to anything? I’m not sure what ‘amounted to’ means either. maybe I just don’t know what anything means.

maybe nothing means anything? maybe it’s all just symbols for nothing & we’ve made up definitions. that’s basically what language is at least.”

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