ciel nocturne

[theoptia]

Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H.

[theoptia]

Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H.

[theoptia]

Clarice Lispector, from The Passion According to G.H.

[mrs-spooky-jim-deactivated20201]

[innervoiceartblog]

One of the oldest buildings in Hattfjelldal municipality in Nordland, Norway.

[weltenwellen]

Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell the Wolves I’m Home

[thirdity]

“Mankind has gone very far into an artificial world of his own creation. He has sought to insulate himself, in his cities of steel and concrete, from the realities of earth and water and the growing seed. Intoxicated with a sense of his own power, he seems to be going farther and farther into more experiments for the destruction of himself and his world. For this unhappy trend there is no single remedy — no panacea. But I believe that the more clearly we can focus our attention on the wonders and realities of the universe about us, the less taste we shall have for destruction.”

— Rachel Carson, Lost Woods

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems; “One-Night Stands”

[weepingwidar]

Lacey Black (US-American, 1992) - Pond of the Mind (2025)

[lucy-the-wyrm]

But soon enough I banished this nonsense; some questions will ruin you if you are denied the answer long enough.

Annihilation - Jeff VanderMeer

[academic-vampire]

If you’re reading this… congratulations, you survived Ray Bradbury’s doomsday!

“‘Today is August 4, 2026,’ said a second voice from the kitchen ceiling…”

-Ray Bradbury, “There Will Come Soft Rains”

Today is August 4th, 2026–the day that Ray Bradbury’s short story “There Will Come Soft Rains” is based on. I have included the short story below for anyone desiring to read it. Please feel free to let me know what you think in the comments! Happy doomsday;)

Art credits: “House Fire” by beccastadtlander (Etsy)

[takethemonetandletsgogh]

Czesław Miłosz, “Notes”

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems; “Glass”

[funeral]

The true shortage of time [Zeitnot] does not consist in the loss of time, but in the fact that ‘time is losing us’. Time itself becomes vacuous. Or it is devoid of the gravitation that would bind and gather. The boredom, ultimately, derives from the emptiness of time. Time is no longer fulfilling. The freedom of the acting subject by itself does not produce any temporal gravitation. Where its impulse to act does not attach to a new object, an empty interval emerges, and this interval is boring. Fulfilled time does not have to be varied or full of events. It is a time of duration in which repetition is not perceived as such. Only after the decay of duration does repetition become topical and problematic.

Byung-Chul Han, The Scent of Time

[shisasan]

August 9, 1920 Letters to Milena by Franz Kafka First published : 1952

[balzog]

[feral-ballad]

Kim Addonizio, from Wild Nights: New & Selected Poems; “Good Girl”