home isn't home anymore. really starting to feel isolated here
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@kevinlater
home isn't home anymore. really starting to feel isolated here
the pain of being alive
empty and alone
love these anxious and depressive episodes i corner myself into :)
Cinema without people: Ex Machina (first pass) (2015, Alex Garland, dir.)
Hiroshi Yoshida.
kuro (2017) dir. joji koyama, tujiko noriko d.p. joji koyama
Cidades Fantasmas
hey tumbler wats up
Cinema without people: What Time Is It There? (2002, Tsai Ming-Liang, dir.)
Cemetery of Splendour (Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2015).
Locations: No Country for Old Men (2007) Joel and Ethan Coen Cinematography: Roger Deakins
Anthony Ames, Garden Pavilion, Atlanta, Georgia, 1985
“All I knew about Cuba was that people drove old American cars and that Ché Guevara was tied with Bob Marley as most popular poster in dorm rooms. Then my friend Erin invited me on a 2-week trip to Havana. The first thing I noticed in Havana was that the city was dark at night. There were no streetlights, porch lights or living-room lamps. It was pitch black except for the faint colorful glow spilling out of open doors everywhere, and it came from the TVs. The light captivated me. For the next two weeks I wandered around, slipping in and out of strangers’ living rooms. Each time I came across an open door and a working TV set, I would ask if I could take a picture. The answer was always yes. Nobody seemed to think it was an odd request and it was usually accompanied by a Cuban coffee or rum.”
Simone Lueck
i love seeing someone who makes me want to kill myself
3 times already this year