The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.
Victoria Chang, Obit
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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The way memory is the ringing after a gunshot. The way we try to remember the gunshot but can’t. The way memory gets up after someone has died and starts walking.
Victoria Chang, Obit
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Matera, Italy is famous for the Sassi, small homes built into the rock that supports the city. The residents shared the space with their farm animals. They were lived in until the 1950s.
March 3, 2024
The Nevado del Ruiz volcano, located in the Andes mountains of Colombia, had been dormant for over 150 years. On November 13, 1985, it erupted violently, sending a massive avalanche of mud, ash, and debris, known as a lahar, down its slopes. The lahar engulfed the town of Armero, where 14-year-old Omayra Sánchez and her family lived, burying it under several meters of debris. The eruption killed approximately 23,000 people, making it one of the deadliest volcanic disasters in history.
Omayra was trapped in the rubble of her home, pinned down by debris with her legs submerged in water and concrete. Rescuers quickly reached her but were unable to free her due to the precarious situation and lack of proper equipment. Over the course of 60 hours, Omayra remained trapped, conscious, and remarkably calm despite the severe pain and distress she was enduring. She conversed with the rescuers and journalists who surrounded her.
As the hours passed, it became evident that freeing Omayra would be nearly impossible without amputation, which was not feasible in the conditions they were facing. Tragically, as her situation worsened, she succumbed to gangrene and hypothermia. Omayra died on November 16, 1985, after an agonizing and protracted ordeal.
Omayra's harrowing final moments were captured by photographer Frank Fournier, whose haunting image of her face—eyes wide open, staring into the camera—became an iconic representation of the disaster. The photograph, which won the World Press Photo of the Year in 1986, sparked global outrage and brought attention to the disaster, highlighting the inadequacies in the Colombian government's response and the lack of preparedness for such a catastrophe.
While some criticized the decision to publish such a graphic image, arguing that it exploited Omayra's suffering, others believed it was necessary to show the true horror of the situation and to galvanize international support for disaster relief efforts.
“I am at ease in the dark.”
— Mary Oliver, from Devotions: Selected Poems; “Eloquence In Slow Motion,”
Bashful Elephant, Carlsbad Caverns, New Mexico. By CarlsbadCaverns on Flickr. (Hi-Res).
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egg mass of a ramshorn snail. these snails are common aquairum pets and can lay up to a dozen eggs at a time
Banana Yoshimoto, Kitchen
Maimana, Afghanistan, (2003) by Steve McCurry.
humanjeff: cursed platypus facts:
five (5) X chromosomes
only the left ovary works
produces milk but has no nipples. the mother just kind of sweats milk out their chest. nature is beautiful
was nearly called the “duckmole”
swims with its weird fish eyes and ears closed, hunting entirely by electroreception
born with teeth, but then they fall out
At a certain point, if one wants to be okay with themselves, one’s closest friend must be solitude. I don’t detest friendship, although I do find it somewhat overrated. For me, there is no denying the immeasurable value that good, true friendship and company has had in my life. I don’t know many people who would argue against the value of good friendship—even the most isolated people in the world. A person needs at least one to a few people to be there for them, and for them to be there for. Or at least the sense that they are. But good friendship and solitude are not antonymous. Good friendship forms out of those who know themselves well enough to create and maintain good friendship. The person who has yet to find any comfort in themselves will gnaw and pull at others in hopes of finding it, forming a sort of addictive dependency on their relationships.
Robert Pantano, Notes from the End of Everything
Casa Pentágonos, Mazunte, Oaxaca, Mexico,
Courtesy: Alberto Kalach
“Of all the things I am not very good at, living in the real world is perhaps the most outstanding.”
— Anne Tyler, The Accidental Tourist (via oiseauperdu)
Open and closed view of the burrow of Euoplos crenatus, a ‘palisade trapdoor spider’.
The crenate burrow of Euoplos crenatus, a ‘palisade trapdoor spider’.