[777770211324416]

[creatureprofessor]

i love when museums have near exact replicas of their displayed objects for you to buy. haha 15th century ceramic cup you are in my possession

[bitextualdisaster]

Went to a museum exhibit once that had this little guy

10/10, give me tiny replicas of animal statues that I am encouraged to pat as part every exhibit ever please

[777770211324416]

审猪积累依旧

[777770211324416]

The Saga Of Nemersis– The Saga Of Nemesis(1986)

[gouged-doll]

derrière les paupières, koitsukihime | my scans

[dialoogid]

Various Artists - Gut Level One: A Compilation (1983)

[sburbling]

images that go together 21/?

[thetanaz]

[777770211324416]

时间，道德，死亡。多雾的川南。

[einarbaldvin]

Black Knights. Ink on paper.

[777770211324416]

[777770211324416]

Mujika Easel

[777770211324416]

深埋，而不是借尸还魂。

[777770211324416]

[777770211324416]

What is to be said of Languor, of the Image, of the Love Letter, since it is the whole of the lover’s discourse which is woven of languorous desire, of the image-repertoire, of declarations? But he who utters this discourse and shapes its episodes does not know that a book is to be made of them; he does not yet know that as a good cultural subject he should neither repeat nor contradict himself, nor take the whole for the part; all he knows is that what passes through his mind at a certain moment is marked, like the printout of a code (in other times, this would have been the code of courtly love, or the Carte du Tendre).

Fragments d’un discours amoureux（1977）

[charnel-grounds]

Jaakko Kahilaniemi, “Going Crazy,” 2020

[777770211324416]

At my feet lay a litter of dead leaves,cigarette cartons and glass crystals. These fragments of broken safety glass, brushed to one side by generations of ambulance attendants, lay in a small drift. I stared down at this dusty necklace, the debris of a thousand automobile accidents. Within fifty years, as more and more cars collided here, the glass fragments would form a sizable bar, within thirty years a beach of sharp crystal. A new race of beachcombers might appear, squatting on these heaps of fractured windshields, sifting them for cigarette butts, spent condoms and loose coins. Buried beneath this new geological layer laid down by the age of the automobile accident would be my own small death, as anonymous as a vitrified scar in a fossil tree.

J. G. Ballard’s novel Crash (1973).

[777770211324416]

需要接口插入，需要读取。