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Suspended Silence - Victoria Crowe

Scottish , b. 1945 -

Oil on board , 16 x 12 in.

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Above the Peaks - Susanna Jarvinen. , 2024.

Finnish ,

Acrylic on canvas , 30 x 21 cm.

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Andrew Hopgood - Night Visions, 2025 - Oil on linen

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Look through any window, Michelle Paterok

horrorcitos

Christophe Jacrot

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Rainy season by モモ

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Grave of the Fireflies (dir. Isao Takahata, 1988)

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“I’m always afraid others might talk about me. I’ve failed in everything. I didn’t dare think of being something; I didn’t even dream of thinking about being something, because even in my dreams - in my visionary state as a mere dreamer - I realized I was unfit for life. No feeling can lift my head from the pillow where I’ve let it sink in desperation, unable to deal with my body or even with the idea that I’m alive, or even with the abstract idea of life. I don’t speak the language of any reality, and I stagger among the things of life like a sick man who finally got up after being bedridden for months. Only in bed do I feel like part of normal life. It pleases me to get a fever, since it seems perfectly natural to my recumbent state. Like a flame in the wind I flutter and get dizzy. Only in the dead air of closed rooms do I breathe the normality of my life.”

— Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet