#firmament

[nemfrog]

"Firmament." [Jeu de tarot de fantaisie "égyptien" à enseignes italiennes, dit "Grand Etteilla"] Detail. 1850-1875. France.

Gallica

[flandersmorris]

Sing, leviathan.

See how she rises.

[perfumed-gunpowder]

a comic about getting jumped

[failbettergames]

Firmament: Chapter Eight 

The hinterlands of Hell are abandoned. The lights of Balmoral are out. Moulin is aflame, the Hurlers are smouldering, ice melting into a new lake that already threatens to flood the Tracklayers' city. Steam rises from the water where the sunlight falls. How long does any of this have? 

Firmament Chapter Eight has arrived! Travel deep into the Apocrypha to chase the fire that has haunted your dreams. Explore the Antipelago in search of answers long overdue. Who wears a mask that looks like a friend? And what is concealed in the tangle of your own history? 

Firmament is Fallen London’s current major expansion, a main story arc that’s free to all players. It begins once you have progressed the Railway as far as Ealing Gardens, although the story requires more progress in the Railway as chapters progress. As part of this chapter, you’ll unlock permanent access to a new location: Stonegift. 

Traverse the heights of the balmy clifftops in search of quartz, converse with ancient lizards and trace the source of the guilt that lingers amidst the light. 

 Continue the story of Firmament from ‘Firmament: The Stacks Leaking’, in Queeneater's Castle. If you’ve not yet begun Firmament, look for a card in London named ‘The Fire in the Looking Glass.’

[you-very-well-may-die]

the stacks are how i always imagined the nightvale community library. mysterious. labrynthine. ready to kill u at any moment.

also

you're telling me

this THING

is a librarian??

[endlessandrea]

"Who was it, maybe Raoul Vaneigem, who wrote something about how we are trapped between two worlds, one that we do not accept, and one that does not exist. It’s exactly right. One way I’ve been thinking about it is this: the calendar, as map, has been split down the middle, into two chronologies, two orbits, and they are locked in an endless spinning antagonism, where the dead are what tend to come to life, and the living are, well you get the picture. Obviously, only one of these orbits is visible at any one time and, equally obviously, the opposite is also true. It’s as if there were two parallel time tracks, or maybe not so much parallel as actually superimposed on each other. You’ve got one track, call it antagonistic time, revolutionary time, the time of the dead, whatever, and it’s packed with unfinished events: the Paris Commune, Orgreave, the Mau Mau rebellion. There are any number of examples, counter-earths, clusters of ideas and energies and metaphors that refuse to die, but are alive precisely nowhere. And then there is standard time, normative time, a chain of completed triumphs, a net of monuments, dead labour, capital. The TV schedules, basically. And when a sub-rhythmic jolt, call it anything, misalignment of the planets, radioactive catastrophe, even a particularly brutal piece of legislation, brings about a sudden alignment of revolutionary and normative time, as in the brute emergence of unfinished time into their world, it creates a buckling in its grounding metaphor, wherein that metaphor, to again misuse Hölderlin, becomes a network of forces, places of intersection, places of divergence, moments when everything is up for grabs. Well, that’s the theory." – Sean Bonney in Letters Against the Firmament (two)

[esteemed-excellency]

I love how quickly the GHR goes to shit if Furnace and Griz are permanently removed from the company

[dansnotavampire]

I thought he should meet the other thing that misses the sun.