DEAR READER
taylor price
Cosimo Galluzzi
JBB: An Artblog!
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
No title available
occasionally subtle
art blog(derogatory)
Misplaced Lens Cap
tannertan36
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
No title available
#extradirty
tumblr dot com
will byers stan first human second
JVL
wallacepolsom
No title available
dirt enthusiast
🪼
seen from United States
seen from France
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Singapore
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Germany
seen from Albania
seen from United States
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from Japan
seen from United States
seen from India
seen from Malaysia
seen from United States
@snowboundnight
He became convinced that sounds once generated never die, they simply become fainter and fainter until we no longer perceive them. Marconi’s hope was to develop sufficiently sensitive equipment, extraordinarily powerful and selective filters I suppose, to pick up and hear these past sounds.
(Gavin Bryars / The Sinking of the Titanic, 1990)
The Age of Enlightened Spiritualism
faw away and long ago
As this horse approached, and as I watched for it to appear through the dusk, I remembered certain of Bessie's tales, wherein figured a North-of-England spirit called a "Gytrash," which, in the form of horse, mule, or large dog, haunted solitary ways, and sometimes came upon belated travelers, as this horse was now coming upon me. It was very near, but not yet in sight; when, in addition to the tramp, tramp, I heard a rush under the hedge, and close down by the hazel stems glided a great dog, whose black and white colour made him a distinct object against the trees. It was exactly one form of Bessie's Gytrash -- a lion-like creature with long hair and a huge head [...], with strange pretercanine eyes [...]. The horse followed, -- a tall steed [...]. Nothing ever rode the Gytrash: it was always alone [...].
