Fog in the machine

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.

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Peter Zéglis

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Mamayev Kurgan

Stalingrad

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Carl de Keyzer, Camp 12, Novobirusinsk, Russia, 2001

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Giselle, World Ballet, 1958

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On the road by PawelBienkowski on Flickr.

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It is truly a strange thing when a steam pipe bursts under an abandoned building in the dead of winter, but that’s exactly what happened under the Clinic Building at Greystone Park State Hospital in 2007, a month before the building was unceremoniously knocked down.  The steam congregated near the ceiling of the abandoned asylum infirmary, condensing on the pipes and dripping down in regular patterns - and creating these ice stalagmites.  An hour after taking this photograph, demolition workers came into the building and chased us through the tunnels; we had to hide in an attic in 0 degree weather for hours while cops searched for us.  The next time I drove out there, there was no trace that a building had ever stood in this spot.

Prints available here.

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Ryan Salge

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What a view to wake up to - Sapa, Vietnam

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Arthur Fleischmann, Miranda, 1951

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NEW YORK, NY - The remains of tower number 2 of the World Trade Center lie behind an office at one Liberty Plaza at first light on September 12, 2001. (Photo by Jonathan Torgovnik/Reportage by Getty images).

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Ferdinand Cheval and Le Palais Idéal, which he began working on in 1879.

For thirty-three years, Cheval picked up stones during his daily mail round and carried them home to build the Palais Idéal. He spent the first twenty years building the outer walls. At first, he carried the stones in his pockets, then switched to a basket. Eventually, he used a wheelbarrow. He often worked at night, by the light of an oil lamp.

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'Nuit' by Léon Spilliaert.