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“I wanted nothing but silence, black woods, decay, cold winds; to lie twisted and turned as a serpent, to be in unison with a dying earth.”
— Segovia Amil
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by Vivian Maier
What surrounds us we endure better for giving it a name—and moving on. But to embrace a thing by a definition, however arbitrary—and all the more serious the more arbitrary it is, since the soul then overtakes knowledge—is to reject that thing, to render it insipid and superfluous, to annihilate it. The idle, empty mind—which joins the world only by the grace of sleep—can practice only by extending the name of things, by emptying diem and substituting formulas for them. Then it maneuvers over their debris; no more sensations; nothing but memories. Under each formula lies a corpse: being and object alike die under the pretext they have occasioned. This is the mind’s frivolous, funereal debauch. And this mind has squandered itself in what it has named and circumscribed. Infatuated by syllables, it loathed the mystery of heavy silences and turned them light and pure; and it too has become light and pure, indeed lightened and purified of everything. The vice of defining has made it a gracious assassin, and a discreet victim. This is how the stain the soul spread over the mind has been removed—the only thing which reminded it that it was alive.
Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay
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❄️ Once feared as devils, now prayed for as they vanish. The Aletsch glacier in Switzerland is retreating more than 50m a year — leaving behind bare rock, meltwater scars, and a future unravelling before our eyes. What we lose isn’t just ice, but cultures, species, and worlds of life bound to the frozen giants.
Photographs by Nicholas JR White, for The Age of Extinction.