We are a flawed species destined for extinction by our own hand.

[questcequecestqueca]

Ernest Cole

[the1920sinpictures]

1919 c. Inside McNally's Tavern on Chestnut Hill Drive, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. From Vintage American Bars, Lounges, Clubs, Taverns and Saloons, FB.

[questcequecestqueca]

Claudy B.

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

When he wants to get in, Horace drums his paws against door (1956) ::  © Carl Mydans (1907 – 2004, American photographer)

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On foot I had to walk through the solar system before I found the first thread of my red dress.

Already, I sense myself. Somewhere in space hangs my heart, sparks fly from it, shaking the air, to other reckless hearts.

—Edith Södergran (1892-1923) Stina Katchadourian translation [peaceful presence]

[more-than-ideas]

noemia prada

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

“A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet “for sale”, who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society.”

~Erich Fromm

(Book: The Art of Being)

(Philo thoughts)

[mybrainstormingexercises]

[residualephemera]

[summerswages]

the waiting game . . .

[residualephemera]

[textless]

[porterdavis]

[porterdavis]

Boy I hope this is true

[la-misericorde]

on film

[siyahalbatros]

Rain

[shachormet]

[theoddsideofme]

Down she goes.