The only interesting answers are those which destroy the question.
Susan Sontag
almost home

roma★
sheepfilms
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Claire Keane
noise dept.
occasionally subtle
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
DEAR READER

Origami Around
YOU ARE THE REASON
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todays bird

oozey mess
Xuebing Du
Peter Solarz

JBB: An Artblog!
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

@theartofmadeline

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The only interesting answers are those which destroy the question.
Susan Sontag
Carole Lombard; publicity still for Paramount.
Good books make you ask questions. Bad readers want everything answered.
Scott Westerfeld (via wordsnquotes)
Whatever teaches us to talk to ourselves is important: whatever teaches us to sing ourselves out of despair. But the painting has also taught me that we can speak to each other across time. And I feel I have something very serious and urgent to say to you, my non-existent reader, and I feel I should say it as urgently as if I were standing in the room with you. That life –– whatever else it is –– is short. That fate is cruel but maybe not random. That Nature (meaning Death) always wins but that doesn’t mean we have to bow and grovel to it. That maybe even if we’re not always so glad to be here, it’s our task to immerse ourselves anyway: wade straight through it, right through the cesspool, while keeping eyes and hearts open. And in the midst of our dying, as we rise from the organic and sink back ignominiously into the organic, it is a glory and a privilege to love what Death doesn’t touch. For if disaster and oblivion have followed this painting down through time –– so too has love. Insofar as it is immortal (and it is) I have a small, bright, immutable part in that immortality. It exists; and it keeps on existing. And I add my own love to the history of people who have loved beautiful things, and looked out for them, and pulled them from the fire, and sought them when they were lost, and tried to preserve them and save them while passing them along literally from hand to hand, singing out brilliantly from the wreck of time to the next generation of lovers, and the next.
Donna Tartt, The Goldfinch
From Urban Librarians Unite's Librarian Zombie Walk
Saturn and Tethys. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn and Titan. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn and Atlas. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn's B ring. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn and Tethys. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn's rings. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn and Venus. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn, Janus, and Mimas. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn and Titan. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Saturn. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Earth as seen from Saturn. Photo taken by NASA's Cassini Solstice Mission spacecraft.
Still from Le voyage dans la lune by the incomparable Georges Méliès, 1902