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Love Begins
almost home
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we're not kids anymore.
styofa doing anything
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Monterey Bay Aquarium
NASA
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Peter Solarz

izzy's playlists!

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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Gato con Quetzalcóatl en Xochicalco 🐱🐉 bit.ly/LeyendaDeQuetzalcoatl
the dubious philosophy of salmon
– Stephen Gill, from The Pillar (2016-2019)
Antonin Mercié/Adalbert Volk, Robert E. Lee Monument, Richmond, Virginia, 1890. Projection by Dustin Klein; photo by Alexis Delilah; spray paint improvement by the public, 2020.
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Fall is a very special time. When the leaves are turning, the days getting shorter, and the screams of children fill the air, you can almost sense the close-ness of the Void. Feel its pull. Smell its cloying breath. Hear the absence of sound. See nothing but the darkest black. Taste its inky depths. Give into the void. Our theme for this Issue is Ghosts. Ghosts both dead and alive. Corporeal and incorporeal. Nameless and faceless and there. Do you have poetry, prose, art, playlists, performance art to share? Do you want to join the Void for Our Winter Issue? SUBMIT.
The void is still here.
Reach out.
Catacombs of Paris, France, late 19th century or early 20th century
HYPNOSE (Sascha Schneider, 1904) THE LIGHTHOUSE (Robert Eggers, 2019)
Moonrise, Part I
Joshua Tree National Park, California
March 2017
He loves me, he loves me not, we are taught to say, as we tear the flower away from its flowerness. To arrive at love, then, is to arrive through obliteration. Eviscerate me, we mean to say, and I’ll tell you the truth.
Ocean Vuong, On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (via feuillesmortes)
Helen Frankenthaler
The Flood, 1967
Winter dark academia moodboard
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Young Deer Gathering - Seiho Takeuchi, 1924
Japanese 1864ー1942
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