Hapworth 16

Quite in the lap of the gods!!

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Adam chilling in his hoarder’s den.

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Adam’s mother suicide.

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“I just found this world a hard place to be good in,’ says Bunny, then he closes his eyes and, with an expiration of breath, goes still.” ― Nick Cave, The Death of Bunny Munro

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“Language is a virus from outer space” ― William S. Burroughs

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“Besides, rereading, not reading, is what counts.” ― Jorge Luis Borges

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The Black Pyramid mirage 

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That prick Caravaggio

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His death almost killed me.

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From Blackletter, a graphic novel full of weird stuff.

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Parrot god. 

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One of the little gods that live in the forest behind my house, this one migrates for winter though.

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Four days in summer 2012.

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A ceramic homage to my beloved Francis

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fitzcarraldo

n. an image that somehow becomes lodged deep in your brain—maybe washed there by a dream, or smuggled inside a book, or planted during a casual conversation—which then grows into a wild and impractical vision that keeps scrambling back and forth in your head like a dog stuck in a car that’s about to arrive home, just itching for a chance to leap headlong into reality.

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(via The Metropolitan Museum of Art - “The Concourse of the Birds”, Folio from a Mantiq al-tair (Language of the Birds))