[thewindowandthemirror]

We had also been ordered not to share our journal entries with one another. Too much shared information could skew our observations, our superiors believed. But I knew from experience how hopeless this pursuit, this attempt to weed out bias, was. Nothing that lived and breathed was truly objective— even in a vacuum, even if all that possessed the brain was a self-immolating desire for the truth.

-Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation (2014)

[thewindowandthemirror]

If you looked out through these areas, toward the ocean, all you saw was the black water, the gray of the cypress trunks, and the constant, motionless rain of moss flowing down. All you heard was the low moaning. The effect of this cannot be understood without being there. The beauty of it cannot be understood, either, and when you see beauty in desolation it changes something inside you. Desolation tries to colonize you.

-Jeff VanderMeer, Annihilation (2014)

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this camera scares me sometimes like i zoomed in and hello That Is Me

[thewindowandthemirror]

[the-art-archive]

Melancholy (1876) by Odilon Redon

[thephotoregistry]

Bastiaan Woudt