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Words are easy to say.

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Of course I knew. But it was my mind that knew, and it was my heart that was making the decisions.

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Japanese visual artist Nobuhiro Nakanishi doesn’t believe that time can be grasped, but with his latest exhibition, he does a spectacular job of showing us what it might look like if we could capture it in the palms of our hands.

The project is called Layer Drawings, though the phrase ‘drawings’ is used only conceptually here. Nakanishi actually composes the display by transferring hundreds of photos, taken at various time intervals, to square-shaped acrylic panels. When viewed from the right angle, the images appear to slowly fade into each other before vanishing altogether into a final blur. One can see the passage of time as a whole, as well as pinpoint each individual moment of its progression. (Source) @sixpenceee

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A slice of aloe vera.

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Two Sentence Horror Stories

I have a bunch of posts dedicated to two sentence horror stories. Here is one of them.

If you have a two sentence horror story, please share! Tag me in a post @sixpenceee.

by reddit user tsl3161991

A few hours after I was buried alive, I was thrilled when I heard someone digging me out. My joy quickly faded when I realized the sound was coming from under me.

by reddit user PrincessLex92

My two year old is always staring at me. I smile at him to make him laugh and wish the rest of my family could still see me too.

by reddit user chainmale84

“I won’t let the monster get you,” I promised my six-year-old daughter. With the horrible images dancing through my mind, I put the noose around my neck and kept my promise.

by reddit user fabedougou

“Officer, I just looked away for a second and my baby was gone” I sobbed helplessly. “That’s better- I sounded much more convincing this time”, I thought with a smile as I finally picked up the phone to call the police.

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For her sculpture series Nomad Patterns, artist Livia Marin’s ceramic cups and kettles melt into puddles of porcelain while surprisingly retaining their original printed designs. The elaborate faux Chinese motifs of willows, birds and pagodas float out into a glossy ceramic pool still in perfect detail.

Interested in the issues of brokenness and recuperation, Marin’s contrived ceramics question the strength of the relationships we establish with the everyday material objects that we use so habitually. Normally once something is broken, it either stops being used or is thrown away, but every so often a damaged object may linger if the owner feels particularly attached or sentimental. (Source)

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I wish I was just a soft cushion of white daisies next to a lake. Where the only sounds I heard were the swishing of tall grass and the beautiful critters that danced around me. Where the sounds of buzzing wasn't terrifying. Where the worst thing I saw was a cloudy day in the mountains. Where the worst thing I saw was the most beautiful thing I saw. And where the beautiful things in life didn't come with a severe price. I wish I was just a daisy.