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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
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titsay
almost home
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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NASA
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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Lizards Licking an Ice Cube - SlimJones123
Sun Xun aka Xun Sun 孙逊 (Chinese, b. 1980, Fuxin, China) - Some Actions Which Haven’t Been Defined Yet in the Revolution, 2011 Single-channel Woodblock Animation Video with Sound
21 guns | green day
I Have The Body of John Wilkes Booth - Clutch
I’ve seen some bad years
but this one is just killing me.
“Leaning over you here, cold and catatonic I catch a brief reflection of what you could and might have been It’s your right and your ability To become…my perfect enemy…”
Clutch - Escape from the Prison Planet
ryanpanos:
Infinite Stairs and Dissected Buildings | Marcin Bialas | Socks Studio
Marcin Bialas is a Polish artist who’s specialized in etchings and drawings in black an white. Among his large production, a recurring theme is dissected buildings and surreal constructions, such as infinite staircases and labyrinthine interiors, an atemporal combination of G.B. Piranesi and Brodsky/Utkin prints. The structures seem unfinished, yet already in ruin, able to plunge the viewer into an uncomfortable feeling. Somewhere between nightmares and theatrical settings, Marcin Bialas’ retro drawings explore the dramatic potential of different projections and points of view.
Other dimensions, Nicholas Stathopoulos
Toshio Saeki
tu sam u 25 kvadrata.
danas je prekjucer a sutra je danas
cudno mi
sve i dobro je.
Once upon a time, in some out of the way corner of that universe which is dispersed into numberless twinkling solar systems, there was a star upon which clever beasts invented knowing. That was the most arrogant and mendacious minute of ‘world history’, but nevertheless, it was only a minute. After nature had drawn a few breaths, the star cooled and congealed, and the clever beasts had to die. – One might invent such a fable, and yet he still would not have adequately illustrated how miserable, how shadowy and transient, how aimless and arbitrary the human intellect looks within nature. There were eternities during which it did not exist. And when it is all over with the human intellect, nothing will have happened.