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Some people reflect light, some deflect it, you by some miracle, seem to collect it.
House of Leaves by Mark Z. Danielewski
Fluorescent tracer dyes used to measure drainage system characteristics in valley glaciers, Greenland
Ice Tracers
Hense - 700 Delaware (2012) - Mural on abandoned church
A show of hands
work by Anselm Reyle, Boros Collection / Bunker Berlin
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Life is a garden, not a road. We enter and exit through the same gate. Wandering, where we go matters less than what we notice.
Kurt Vonnegut
we were just kids roll call in a home room then class we didn’t go to because we’re leaving after lunch to anywhere that we could sit alone and talk i only wish that we had known when we were young that sometimes people want to die and that’s alright
Florian Roithmayr
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Jenny Holzer
THE SURVIVAL SERIES: REMEMBER TO REACT, 1984
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Japanese girls receiving shooting training during school in the 1930s.
Matthias Werner 'Untitled', 2014.
For I do not exist: there exist but the thousands of mirrors that reflect me. With every acquaintance I make, the population of phantoms resembling me increases. Somewhere they live, somewhere they multiply. I alone do not exist.
Vladimir Nabokov, The Eye
Michael Kargl - Objects of Desire (2005-8)