You deserve a life that doesn't require constant escape.
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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Today's Document
DEAR READER

shark vs the universe
Peter Solarz
sheepfilms

titsay

Love Begins
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

Janaina Medeiros
Cosmic Funnies
almost home
Cosimo Galluzzi

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Jules of Nature
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will byers stan first human second
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@pticolikiljudi
You deserve a life that doesn't require constant escape.
"I am not writing in order that I shall say nothing, I am not writing in order to say that I have nothing to say. I write: I write because we lived together, because I was one amongst them, a shadow amongst their shadows, a body close to their bodies. I write because they left in me their indelible mark, whose trace is writing. Their memory is dead in writing; writing is the memory of their death and the assertion of my life"
Georges Perec, W or the Memory of Childhood
that summer when the pumped up kicks song was popular was the last good summer
i reblog again
reenchantment
running through the paths that go by the corn fields of my home town. It was humid and warm. I come back in an instant to that moment when I smell the humid corn stalks in the heat of late summer - then and there I barely feel the dirt specks attach to my leg above the ankle, as they would. It is a new sensation, I haven’t noticed it then, but maybe I feel them attach only when I remember.
it should be like that with everything - it is the feeling I try to keep and I cannot keep it, so I recreate it and attach to it. this should help me - this is the project to reenchant in essence a creative way to keep.
Entrance
to be able to enter I decide: try not to control the words and through the web of them I will keep trying to reenchant, rather, I try not to let to disenchant.
Key reference I keep coming back to when it is 3am: last god year when we was living good was that summer when the pumped up kicks were popular
this is the entrance
let's be several years behind together
“Nothing the peoples of Europe have produced is worth the first known poem that appeared among them. Perhaps they will yet rediscover the epic genius, when they learn that there is no refuge from fate, learn not to admire force, not to hate the enemy, nor to scorn the unfortunate.”
— Simone Weil, “The Iliad or The Poem of Force”
40,000 years ago, early humans painted hands on the wall of a cave. This morning, my baby cousin began finger painting. All of recorded history happened between these two paintings of human hands. The Nazca Lines and the Mona Lisa. The first TransAtlantic flight and the first voyage to the Moon. Humanity invented the wheel, the telescope, and the nuclear bomb. We eradicated wild poliovirus types 2 and 3. We discovered radio waves, dinosaurs, and the laws of thermodynamics. Freedom Riders crossed the South. Hippies burned their draft cards. Countless genocides, scientific advancements, migrations, and rebellions. More than a hundred billion humans lived and died between these two paintings—one on a sheet of paper, and one on the inside of a cave. At the dawn of time, ancient humans stretched out their hands. And this morning, a child reached back.
A Timeline of Humanity:
Bro this fr hit so hard
I can imagine a world that is peaceful
I can imagine becoming increasingly more little, until I’ve basically shrunk
I can imagine the setting sun above a calm lake in late December
every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation
this one btw
Illustration by Richard Scarry
This is how I expected the world to work.
today im thinking about the huge buff bread guy from kikis delivery service. highly underrated guy
Genuinely just a good man. Wife adopts teenage witch that needs a place to stay in the city? Sure. Even though you got a kid on the way? That’s fine. Cat too? Love cats.
My favorite moment with him is when he goes to get some prepped baking sheets and he does this fancy twirl with them in front of Jiji. Like, there’s no other people in the room, he does this to impress a cat.
I don’t think he ever says more than a whole word the entire movie, and I still love him more than most Disney princes based on this one moment alone.
And the part where he wanted to surprise Kiki by making that beautiful elaborate sign OUT OF BREAD to advertise her business and he was all anxious for her to get home and see it
But then when he sees her coming he gets all bashful and runs away 😭
the most underrated thing about the ghibli movies is how deeply they are love stories to working people, to the small folk, to moments of love and kindness. its not just about magic, many movies are about magic and fairytales. Its not only about the people in the stories, but about stories in the people. And they are just loveable.
I’ve been strongly impressed lately by the ways our current world is a mix of banality, unspeakable violence, and mystical wonder, and whenever I get this feeling my imagination always seems to turn to 90s retrocomputing and y2k aesthetics as a kind of symbolism for it
that summer when the pumped up kicks song was popular was the last good summer
“The Peace of Wild Things” WENDELL BERRY (1934-)
The sound of animals sniffing things like their life depends on it is music to me ears