museum of alienation

i am growing up, she thought--i am losing some illusions, perhaps to acquire others | briar | they/them | main: seventhvictim

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—Olivia Laing, “My Heart Opens to Your Voice,” The Lonely City

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You looked away again, but not before I saw the hunger in you. That same burning, aching desire I'd felt as a boy, and again when I'd stood in Vivian's office - to matter, to make something good and great out of the pitiful meat of my life.

-Owen, The Everlasting by Alix. E. Harrow

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Hurry sundown, Maxi Magnano

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Mime in Love (c. 1912) Autochrome photographs by Alfonse Van Besten

[thephotoregistry]

From Clearcuts

Garrett Grove

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Pictures I took of a burning building at midnight years ago 

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“I knew that in many dreams one must disregard the appearance of people, who may be disguised or may have exchanged faces with one another, like those mutilated saints on the fronts of cathedrals which have been repaired by ignorant archaeologists in a jumble of mismatched heads and bodies, attributes and names. Those we give to characters in our dreams can be misleading. The one we love can be recognized only by the quality of pain we feel.”

— Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time Volume II: In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower

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Kangheekim Photography

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Mark Rothko, Earth Green (detail), 1955

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Oda Iselin Sønderland.

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How Far Away We Are

Ada Limón

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Photograph © Newsha Tavakolian, And They Laughed at Me’ (Kehrer Verlag, 2026)

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Hotter than July, Ada Zielinska

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Wasserkraftwerk Sohlstufe Lehen, Salzburg, Max Rieder & Erich Wagner, 2013

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mcqueen fw14

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blue hour on I-65