[huariqueje]

Rural Lights    -    Jason Sacran, 2018

American,b.1980-

Oil on canvas, 18 × 24 in; 45.7 × 61 cm

[primulaceas]

Bernhard Schlink, The Reader (translated by Carol Brown Janeway)

[soviet]

[weltenwellen]

Ocean Vuong, from “Woodworking at the End of the World”, Time Is a Mother

[sleg]

[pityroadart]

no morning colder than the first frost / no friends closer than the ones we've lost

Rain in Soho by The Mountain Goats + birds on a telephone wire

[julykings]

beds for a quiet little exhibition

[luthienne]

Reginald Dwayne Betts, from Felon; “Night”

[Text ID: Listen, who hasn't waited for something / to happen? I know folks died waiting. I know / hurt is a wandering song. / I was lost in my fear.]

[luthienne]

George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Memory I" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)

[Text ID: I whispered: memory hurts wherever you touch it,]

[perfectquote]

“No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side. Or you don’t.”

— Stephen King, The Stand

[brokenightlight]

[elsatrash]

[klaragrancicova]

[dame-de-pique]

[weltenwellen]

“—this feeling haunts and inhabits me, like a sickness. it covers me, like skin.”

— Sarah Waters, Fingersmith 

[20aliens-deactivated20200625]

Riyadh Ring Road, 1986

[recaption]