my corner

here is a collection of things that I think about

[flatsound]

losing you pt. 3

tonight i went through my phone and read conversations from a time when i would take pictures of the sky just to show you my day

forgetting you is the hardest thing that i’ve ever done

[egillbjarki]

Central, Hong Kong 2016

[gottagotospace]

hi, i am rarely on tumblr at the moment, but this is the fb page for my radio show if you feel like keeping up to date with it and all 😊

[bildwerk]

Irving Penn Summer Sleep, New York, 1949 Dye transfer print, printed 1985. 40.2 x 56.5 cm

[dappledwithshadow]

Hasui Kawase Pagoda of Ikegami Honmonji Temple

[dust2222-deactivated20200305]

[jaho-12]

[ktlljhnsn]

[maizilla]

Alolan Ninetales is beautiful

[keithbirthday]

My Eyes Desire to Watch Salmon

I would rather be watching salmon spawn upriver than be at this punk rock show 

Earlier today I was at my job on my smartphone and I was emailed a video of salmon spawning  - I watched it and it moved me

A soft crackling yolk spreads a fatty haze through thick clouds - a soft light drips into the atmosphere and breaks into fractals onto miniature glacial peaks kicked up by an admittedly countable but still impressive number of fish tails 

How amazing as robot helicopters carry cameras that take 4K footage of salmon headed upstream in some sort of brilliant light like the light of before I ever wake up anymore I have almost never seen this light as far as I know but have often closed my eyes and imagined it  

Re: the light Maybe as a child walks to school uphill I saw it before and to descend and find it receding  later as I skipped home I’m sorry I didn’t skip but I did feel elated a handfull of honeysuckle I had grabbed to suck or buttercups held under chins near the pond that eventually revealed itself  as drainage

or the woods nearby, reduced to a small collection of mostly dead trees beyond which a hole cut into a cliff it is definitely not a mine but my young brain was convinced that the walls - rough hewn - freeze frame yawning as some water trickled down

The song big bad John resonated in my heart each time I went into that hole Agin not the mine it appeared but it was probably some kind of runoff I don’t think a sewer but I did daydream morbidly - as I still do of the mine collapsing as in the song and my small life ending

or that time I threw a rock at an abandoned window and as the shatters hung in that perceptibly endless moment before they fell to the earth I first felt remorse

Later I approached it but not actually  but came close Twenty eight years old and climbing on trains with my childhood friend as all else no longer through the childhood shortcut but a more practical route I hadn’t noticed then

[redlipstickresurrected]

Anton Van Hertbruggen (Belgian , b. 1990, Ekeren, Antwerpen, Belgium) - Memoires Of A Suburban Utopia 2, 2011  Mixed Media

[thoughtcontainment]

Yes, yes.

[visual-poetry]

from the series »thoughts on romance from the road« by victoria crayhon

[magicalnaturetour]

Hold on Bro by nataba

[rakarchive-deactivated20191109]

really love imagining a bunch a kids and teens on their pokemon journeys staying the night on the couches and floors in the lobbies of pokemon centers, having long talks about their experiences and feelings sharing funny and scary stories and myths about legendaries and trading items and sharing TMs along with sugary snacks and pokedex chargers all while their pokemon are out of their pokeballs and all bundled up in blankets sleeping soundly next to their trainers while they stare up at the stars shining through the glass ceiling over their heads

[gottagotospace]

i kind of really acutely want to die

[avtavr]

Jeff Wall, A Sudden Gust of Wind (after Hokusai), 1993.

[tamper]