It’s important to investigate the nature of anger because it is such a powerful energy and can be so destructive. When we can face our anger without being afraid of it, or angry about it, or defenseless in the face of it, then we can come close to it. When we are able to look closely at anger, we see the threads of different feelings - the sadness and the fear woven throughout it - and we can see its true nature. When we can uncover the helplessness and powerlessness that often feed anger, we transform them. In being mindful of these feelings, we actually use the sheer energy of anger - without getting lost in it or overcome by its tremendously deluding and fixating quality - to reveal instead the courage and compassion that have been concealed.
heya guys, and thanks for coming to this new online game that me and C created!
'Canada and I'.
fuck off. Anyways, so we made this game where we based the characters on everyone! We even have super cool moves and shit! And the point of the game is to fight each other until the enemy team dies! Let's start!
I'll be with Germany, Italy, and Japan to make it somewhat fair~
I'm ready- oh, they are us. Shall we choose ourselves?
I guess so.
okay, let's find the enemy team- oh, I see Italy.
Italy, how are you already there??
Let me get him with this move- what the??? Why are flowers surrounding me??
that's your fancy-francy dome shield. And my turn to get out my TRUE AMERICAN GUN!!
of course, and my weapons are wok and laddle...
Gyaaaaahhh! Germany, Japan, C... Canada, help me!!!
you forgot my name in the middle of-
I'm coming- what the?? I just grew twenty feet tall??
Germany you got your ultimate move already??
Germany, please, for me.
... fine. SEID IHR DAS ESSEN NEIN WIR SIND DER JAGER!!
whoah, is that cheating? Anyways, let me show you my ultimate that Estonia hacked for me- ...I became a circus bear... hahaha- I'm going to beat you America.
Ha, no friendly fire bitch!
America... WHY ARE MY SCONES GRENADES????
Hahaha! And my ultimate move is- *gasps* MAGICAL STRIKE-CHAN!! EAT MY BAD ECONOMIC SITUATION, GERMANY!
oh, my ultimate's up- ... I'm a harem protagonist... how is this an ultimate ability???
WHY IS MY ULTIMATE ME IN A MAID DRESS- aaand I'm throwing cheap-ass china plates at Italy... nice.
haha, Italy we've got you cornered! Time to unleash my ultimate move- ... IM AN EYEBROW???
BWAHAHAHA!! Now for my ultimate move! AMERICAN EAGLE TO THE RESCUE!!
not if I've got anything to say~ Ultimate move; Canadian Hockey Gear ON! Hockey stick attack!
whoah! C, you're so OP! Guys, do something!
I'm on it~! MAGICAL FRANCE STRIKE!!
can I throw anything else but cheap-made Chinese products??
at least you're not an EYEBROW!! WHAT DO I EVEN BLOODY DO- wait... is it fucking complaining???
wait, does England's eyebrows complaining makes me lose health???
what an amazing ability. Meanwhile, I'm just here making people slower because I'm that dense of a harem protagonist.
I want to run America over with my unicycle but I can't. Estonia, hack.
ooh, I want to use my ultimate ability now!
Let's go~ ...I DIED???
*slams head on keyboard* you surrendered.
look at skam snatching all of those norwegian emmys….wow i’ve never been prouder to stan a show..like…i’ve made some pretty bad choices in my life but if i ended up watching skam i sure made some right ones along the way
You’d seen him almost every morning for the past twelve weeks on the way to and from work. You assumed he lived in the same direction as you as he was always on bus into the city in the morning when you got on, and stayed on it after you got off.
Occasionally he wasn’t on the bus and you always wondered why. Was he ill or on vacation, did he work away?
Maybe one day you’d ask him.
More than likely not. You’d just settle for admiring him from afar.
You looked forward to seeing him, even if you didn’t ever speak to him. He was pretty. Dark brown hair that was perpetually messy, hazel eyes, and a jaw bone you were fairly certain you could cut glass on. He was by far one of the most attractive men you’d seen in real life.
He almost always had a book with him, a different one every time, and you wondered how the hell he got through them so quickly. You bought books with you too but it took you three to four days to finish one. Whereas it seemed to take him less than a day, the book he was reading on the way home often different to the one he had in the morning. He was either a super quick speed reader, or he had a super short attention span and got bored with the story line easily.
Today was cold and the bus was packed. You’d spotted him at the front of the bus, one empty seat across the aisle from him. You took it, seeing him glance up at you and smile shyly. You smiled back and sat down, tugging your ear buds out and shoving them into your bag. You didn’t mind listening to music on the train but you always turned it off when you got on the bus for some reason.
Four stops away from yours, a heavily pregnant woman boarded and looked around for a seat. No one moved to offer their’s up, everyone avoiding eye contact.
You sighed and went to stand up, catching her eye and motioning to your chair. She smile gratefully and made her way towards you.
The man opposite you looked up from the book his nose was buried in and frowned, seeing you exchanging your seat with the woman. He went to stand.
“Here, have mine instead,” he offered.
“No no no. It’s fine. She can take mine. I’m up now.”
You moved out of the way, the woman thanking you and sitting down. The bus began to move again.
“Well at least have my seat then. I’ll stand.” He rose from his seat and you saw that he was almost a foot taller than you.
“Seriously it’s fine. I get off in three stops anyway and you’re always on here after me. Sit back down. It’s okay.” You smiled at him in assurance and after a moment or two, he reseated himself.
You gripped the pole next to where he was sat, holding on tight. You hated standing up on public transport but you weren’t about to make a pregnant woman stand and you didn’t want to take his seat, even though he’d offered.
You watched him push a lock of his hair back behind his ear, closing his book and putting it back in his messenger bag.
The bus stopped suddenly, jerking you and making you stumble, knocking his head with your bag as you clung onto the pole trying to keep your balance. You were too short to easily reach the overhead strap.
“Shit. I’m so sorry!”
“It’s fine. I’m okay. I have a hard head.”
Two more passengers got on the already crowed bus and it set off again. At the next stop, the bus jerked again. This time, you lost your balance completely and wound up on the attractive man’s lap.
Your eyes widened and you scrambled to get off, his own face shocked at the stranger he now had sitting on his knee.
“Fuckity fuck. Shit. Fuck!” you pulled yourself upright again, bright red with embarrassment, his own cheeks flushed.
“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry!”
He started to chuckle, amused rather than angry.
“Are you sure you don’t want my seat? You seem pretty desperate to get in it.”
You laughed back at him, your embarrsment subsiding slightly.
“I’m sure. I’m just clumsy. One more stop anyway.”
The next stop came and you were seriously considering complaining to the transport agency about this drivers breaking. Again you were sent stumbling into the man’s lap, frantically grabbing at the pole to pull yourself up so you could get off the bus and get home, ready to research a new way of getting to work so you would never have to see this man again. So far today you’d hit him with your bag, and landed in his lap twice.
He was trying to help you but your bag had landed awkwardly and had somehow tangled with the straps of his. By the time you were upright and able to start moving, the bus had pulled off.
“Balls,” you sighed.
“That was your stop wasn’t it?” he asked you.
You nodded in response, moving to pull yourself off his knee where you still were.
He put his arm out, stopping you.
“Listen, just stay put. It’s probably safer that way. The next stop is mine anyway so we can get off together. I don’t want you falling into me again and making me miss mine too,” he grinned at you, and you couldn’t help but smile back.
He had such a nice smile, wide and happy with straight white teeth. His eyes sparkled when he grinned, making his handsome face even more beautiful.
“I’m Spencer,” he introduced himself.
“Y/N. I’d offer you my hand, but I figure we’re kinda beyond that now right?”
“Well you are sitting on my knee. I guess we are. Right, the stop’s coming up. Think you can handle walking down the aisle without falling over?”
“Who knows. I’ll probably still manage to fall into you or something. You might just wanna wait for a few moments and walk a few paces behind me.”
“You might be right there,” he replied, teasing you.
The bus stopped again and you hauled yourself up, rushing down the aisle and shooting the driving a filthy look as you got off. He wasn’t the usual driver and you blamed him for your embarrassment.
Spencer called after you and you haulted in your tracks, turning towards him.
“Erm… Do you have far to walk?” he asked, looking down at his feet nervously.
“Nah, I’m only five blocks out. The exercise will probably do me good. I’m really sorry by the way.”
“It really is okay… Listen… Erm….. You like coffee right? I see you with a Starbucks cup most mornings,” he was still shuffling his feet, not really making eye contact.
“I live on coffee. I swear I probably pay the manager’s wages single handedly with the amount I spend in there.”
“Would you…. Erm… Would you like to get a coffee with me sometime, maybe?”
He was asking you out?
He was asking you out!
“Really? You wanna get coffee with me?” You were totally surprised. This guy was way out of your league. Yet here he was, stuttering slightly and stumbling over his words.
“Only if you w-want to… It’s okay if you don’t… I understand,” he finally met your gaze, rejection already set in his face.
“Do you wanna go now? I kinda owe you one.”
“Sure. You can tell me how you manage to get through so many books…. ”
“You notice that I read?” he seemed totally surprised.
“Yes. It’s hard not to notice you. You’re kinda the best thing about my journey.”
He blushed before replying, “You’re kinda the best thing about mine too.”
You both smiled shyly at each other, before you decided to take the intitate and reach for his hand.
The son of a Thai diplomat, Rirkrit Tiravanija was born in Argentina and grew up in Ethiopia, Thailand, and Canada before moving to the US in 1984, and settling in New York in 1990. In this work, the artist converted a gallery into a kitchen, where he served rice and Thai curry for free. It is a gesture of welcome to friends and strangers alike: visitors do not just look at the art, they become a part of it. Learn about Tiravanija and other immigrant artists: mo.ma/crossingborders.
Our digital exhibition “Crossing Borders,” presented as part of our #CitizensBorders initiative, showcases works from MoMA’s collection by artists who immigrated to the U.S., often as refugees in search of safe haven. Explore all the works at mo.ma/crossingborders.
God wants a child’s heart, but a grownup’s head. He wants us to be simple, single-minded, affectionate, and teachable, as a good children are; but He also wants every bit of intelligence we have to be alert at its job, and in first-class fighting trim.