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Sweetie, 1989 (dir. Jane Campion)
The Beastie Boys by David LaChapelle (1986)
Time is the substance I am made of. Time is a river which sweeps me along, but I am the river; it is a tiger which destroys me, but I am the tiger; it is a fire which consumes me, but I am the fire.
— Jorge Luis Borges, A New Refutation of Time" in Labyrinths: Selected Stories & Other Writings. Edited and translated by Donald A. Yates and James E. Irby. (New Directions, 1962)
warming carafe with a stained glass pattern (ca. late 50s-early 60s)
ALL. OF. THIS.
Karen Kilimnik
Louder Than Bombs
John Gutmann • Marjorie Gestring, 1935
I've gone. Not one for goodbyes, I thought it best to slip out quietly. Love to you all, Giles.
Rest in peace, Anthony Stewart Head (1954 – 2026)
The depression that followed that day... was almost magnificent in its depth. It started to congeal my blood.
— Annakeara Stinson, Nerve Damage: A Novel (Knopf, May 12, 2026)
Marina Sersale. Naoshima, 2017
Textilmaschinen, Expo 64, Lausanne, [April 30 – October 25], 1964 [typoswiss]
oh my god i almost forgot to tell you all about how, while my dad was visiting, i had an infestation of every single kind of bug in my house that hasn't been a problem before or since. like i'm not kidding i evicted so many creeping crawlies that week and couldn't for the life of me stop mosquitos from stealing my blood, but as soon as he left they vanished. and i mean, sure, there's a perfectly rational explanation, because two people make more mess than one and he has a habit of leaving the windows wide open enough to fly a jet engine through day and night, but i can't help but think how symbolically on the nose it was. the ancestral rot at the heart of my family so gothic it's got ants and flies buzzing around its decaying corpse.
sometimes what we call ghosts are hallucinations caused by carbon monoxide poisoning but an undetected carbon monoxide leak Will kill you for real so you should probably still address the elephant (carbon monoxide) in the room sooner rather than later. many things in life are like this.
Otakar Mrkvička (1898-1957) — Lovers [oil on canvas, 1946]