singular mote

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here we are again; familiar strangers.

moderate probability that we've been mutuals -- this is a fresh reset after i had to go dark on my beloved decades old account due to sinister offline stalker reasons.

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[worldsandemanations]

[yama-bato]

The Myth of Sisyphus (Because This Is Where You Are), Point Reyes, CA 2011

via

[backwoodspriestess]

Southern cascades on an old digital camera ⭐️

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doing research on costal oregon for a project. lots of google maps wandering. my main takeaway is this:

holy shit, this slice of america's architecture is ugly as fuck.

there's something sinister too, in what generally appears to be an absence of landscaping. open lawns which are alarmingly dry looking for a place with as much rainfall as i'm lead to believe the region has. absolutely no eye for aesthetics, balance - just brutal utilitarian bleakness in places.

it's making me lowkey depressed. incredibly difficult to spin as charming. i feel bad for the people who have to live there.

[requiem-on-water]

by Sonia Dauer

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when i was around 18 or so i was working as a studio assistant in paris which had all sorts of various humiliations baked into the situation, but i remember being on a shoot where the model and i had the same shoe size, so in a moment of shared amusement i slipped on the impossibly high louboutins for a laugh--

and was baffled at how perfectly comfortable and walkable they actually were. nothing like every other high heel i've ever had the misfortune of wearing, before or after. truly a perfectly engineered object.

it's not clear to me if it was a fluke -- some kind of random manufacturing quirk that meant they were a perfect fit, or if all louboutins are in fact actually made for functionality as well as aesthetics. never clear, as i still never fell into the tax bracket (or social manoeuvres) which would enable me to own a pair...

...which is itself a sort of hilarious thing. what an absurd thing to've been adjacent to so many odd facets of life so far.

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Maja Klaassens

[panoptinomicon]

[swankyangles]

Me when I'm about to Ghost Ride the whip on the Chariot of God.

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[stlamb]

matsui fuyuko

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Cy Twombly - Paesaggio, 1986, oil and acrylic on wood panel

[weepingwidar]

Jesse Zuo (Chinese, 2000) - Listener (2025)

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sidebar: whenever one of those clips of 'how to make...' recipe demos comes through and there's a final clip of would be food vlogger taking a big ol' bite of whatever they just made while looking at the camera?

it's soooo gross to me.

nobody needs fake intense eye contact while you're smugly chomping down on some convoluted little snack -- just show the process and get out.

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double feature of two various nightmares last night:

first dream: something something vaguely family related (genuine haunting); went to exit a hotel via the stairwell - soon as i stepped in, the world/my senses snapped to black and white with stark shocks of whiteout flashing. dread waves / unspecified horror. no exit, except back to waking world. static-ripple blown fuse body sensation when awake, pinned to the bed for longer than comfortable before the urge to shake it off like a baby deer comes through.

second dream: some kind of judicial issue set to the backdrop of los angeles; testifying against some complicated wrong in a semi-formal civil setting - went next door during break, noticed i was being watched by person of ill intent who was crime/family related to person i had called out for corruption. got followed. brief car escape montage. ended up on a bike, split off trying to alert a contact of situation. became progressively more unable to get in contact; nokia not working, streets becoming confused, and awareness of being shadowed growing; came to the conclusion i had been spiked - or was losing my mind. regardless of the progressive uptick of horror, very interesting narratively - and the meta layer of awareness - and most of all the larger-than-life depiction of some grey day in hollywood/yucca corridor/studio district. funny how a place leaves an impression years after not living there --- and how untranscribable the nightmareishness of the dream is now, even tho the feeling was atrocious.