Mara

[funeral]

The new media abolish space itself. Hyperlinks make pathways disappear. Electronic mail does not need to conquer mountains and oceans. Strictly speaking, it is no longer something 'ready-to-hand'. Instead of 'hands' it immediately reaches the eyes. The age of the new media is an age of implosion. Space and time implode into a here and now. Everything is subject to de-distancing. There are no longer any sacred spaces which one may not 'de-distance', i.e. spaces whose being set aside [Ausgespartsein] is part of their essence. Spaces with a scent hold their appearance in reserve [sparen ihr Erscheinen]. An auratic distance is inherent in them. The contemplative, lingering gaze is not de-distancing. In his later writings, Heidegger himself turned against the unlimited de-distancing of the world. Thus, origin is something which halts in its withdrawal, and holds itself in reserve. It does not exhaust or divest itself.

Byung-Chul Han, The Scent of Time

[fairycosmos]

i literally used to think it was illegal for books to be published with bad grammar when i was a little kid. i would see a misplaced comma and think Whew. wonder how long the author got for that

[padek]

Cartier Tank Watch, YSL belt & shirt

[xanaxfarts]

Sabrina Brewer: ‘Capricorn’ (2004)

[3octt]

art in chairs

[zegalba]

A man standing on the Sphinx, demonstrating its size; 1900's, in Giza, Egypt.

[nobrashfestivity]

Helena Almeida, Pintura Habitada, 1977

© The Artist; Courtesy Richard Saltoun Gallery, London

[liebesfraulein]

“Are not the mountains, waves, and skies, a part of me and of my soul, as I of them? Is not the love of these deep in my heart with a pure passion?”

— Lord Byron, from Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage; Canto III.  

[funeral]

Anyone who escapes the ordinary categories and distinctions by which we define ourselves and each other indirectly threatens the identities of other people, who are likely to react with a violent impulse to reenvisage this defector from the identity regime. By refusing the distinctions of prestige and status, you threaten to reveal their arbitrariness to the world, and those whose very being depends on those distinctions will fight to prevent that, without even knowing what they are doing.

Alexander Douglas, Against Identity: The Wisdom of Escaping the Self

[soundcarvings]

I fill my journals with so many sentimental things, I keep a love letter between my parents when they first met and my mom was learning Arabic tucked into the back pocket of my 2018 journal. And the 2018 journal was significant because I was in love and in turkey with my ex, writing constantly about Izmir, the locals I met, etc. then in my 2022 journal I have directions my dad scribbled on a napkin for me to a cemetery in vienna where his best friend is buried. I couldn’t even read the directions, I just love his handwriting. I even have a tea wrapper from another ex, it was his favorite tea and he would always nervously make origami out of the wrapper when he was finished drinking the tea.

[japkevanuffelen]

Isabelle Adjani as Camille Claudel, Camille Claudel, 1988 

[cityfawns]

love being in social situations where I’m surrounded by intelligent funny quirky unusual interesting beautiful women, some who have kids some who don’t, but all doing really interesting things like leading renters unions or studying some niche branch of philosophy or theology, watching the dynamic where any man in the group is immediately gently teased and out witted

[cloudvictory]

Pointe Shoes: Tamara Rojo.

www.forvasily.cloudandvictory.com

[nicholaschmidt]

[the-wolf-and-moon]

Ghost Whispers of jupiter

[themaralazar]

How do I reset my Self?

[alifeofluxe]