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Chulevi Bell Tower - Samtskhe, Adigeni. 14th Century

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I crave that feeling you get just before you go to sleep, when everything gives in. The fight ends. The fight of our thinking lives. […] Rest awaits. The relentless ticking clock of your conscious awareness prepares to be smothered, your limbs prepare to go slack, the things that hurt will stop hurting, the whole frenetic circus of it all is about to collapse. There’s nothing for you to do, or work out.

— Samantha Harvey, The Shapeless Unease: A Year of Not Sleeping (Jonathan Cape, 2020)

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Gaston Bachelard, The Poetics of Space

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Emily Hansell

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[derangedrhythms]

I seem to myself, as in a dream, An accidental guest in this dreadful body.

Anna Akhmatova, The Complete Poems of Anna Akhmatova: Uncollected Poems and Fragments 1957-1966; from ‘Sickness has kept me languishing…’, tr. Judith Hemschemeyer

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Dust storm in Pearce, Alberta. 1942

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Richard Long, Nomad Circle, Mongolia, 1996

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Chambered tomb, St Lythans, Glamorgan

[tinyghosts]

“I realized that even if no one ever found me, and even if I lived out the rest of my life here, always missing, forever a missing person to other people, I could never be missing to myself, I could never delete my own history, and I would always know exactly where I was and where I had been and I would never wake up not being whom I was and it didn’t matter how much or how little I thought I understood the mess of myself, because I would never, no matter what I did, be missing to myself and that was what I had wanted all this time, to go fully missing, but I would never be able to go fully missing — nobody is missing like that, no one has ever had that luxury and no one ever will.”

— Catherine Lacey, Nobody Is Ever Missing (via oiseauperdu)

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A grab bucket dumping clay in the Zuiderzee to create a dike to reclaim land. Still from a documentary by Joris Ivens.

Arts et métiers graphiques. May 15, 1931.

Gallica

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