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(street typography, 26 - 12 - 2024, barcelona
we make rugs – give us drugs)
Spear-Verse heights
Because I’m lousy at judging heights (and my wonderful friend @sounddrive was kind enough to direct me to [this site]) I have these wonderful height comparisons for you all.
Since it may not be easy to read:
Leo: 5′11″
Donnie: 6′5″
Raph: 6′2″
Mikey: 5′6″
April: 5′7″
Splinter: 5′2″ (Rat-dad is short, okay?)
Casey: 5′9″
And because I had to add Leatherhead:
Leatherhead is 7 FEET TALL.
He’s gigantic. Mikey looks so freaking teeny next to him.
Leatherhead is ridiculously tall and I regret nothing.
Istanbul University Library
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"Take care to keep the shadows at bay, dear children. Let your lanterns forever glow lest the departed mistake you for one of their own."
Tio's store
Located in a basement on one of the numerous winding side streets of the city. A small store with ceiling high shelves stocked with herbs and various spices lining the walls, an old wooden counter with a small oven behind it. Countless lanterns hang from the ceiling, illuminating the dark room with warm light.
A battered wooden stool stands on the customers side of the counter, inviting visitors to have a seat and enjoy idle chatter and a warm cup of tea while waiting for their order.
Somngrind - Combination of the word Somn (Sleep, state of mind where the body has entered a deep rest) and Grind (Gate, a hinged barrier used to close an opening)
A world that exists in a state of constant Twilight, streets and dwellers alike adorned with lanterns in many shapes and sizes. Parents caution their children of the dark corners which no light illuminates, telling them grim tales of unruly children being spirited away by the souls of the dead.
The land is constantly colored orange by the setting sun, the flora matching it with leaves and plants of the same warm hues. Those who inhabit it traverse the wast land by means of mystical trains powered by countless magical lanterns, its tracks spreading out across the land much like veins on a leaf.