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scholarofgloom

architectureofdoom

Saint Paul the Apostle church, Gallarate, Italy, Maria Rosa Zibetti, 1968-1973. Photo: Stefano Perego, 2025.

beatainfernaluz

Art by Roberto Díaz

reefbreland

Oleg Bulakh

orwell

Toshio Saeki

grlbts

Tarocchi di Sergio Toppi

Tarot Cards by Sergio Toppi

viralfrog

processes

minimalist pencil sketches of cats by Shou Xin (手訫)

substack

canadiandogteeth-deactivated202

robsroom ~ The Void

bea-trician

"My currents are kind, and your flesh is pliant. I will make you something that cannot be bound."

a graven image, which i have neglected to post until now, produced hastily in a fit of madness for @zineoftideandflesh

ex0skeletal-undead

Teofania, sculpture by Emil Melmoth

This artist on Instagram

nousrose

This is the great lesson the depressive learns: Nothing in the world is inherently compelling. Whatever may be really “out there”cannot project itself as an affective experience. It is all a vacuous affair with only a chemical prestige. Nothing is either good or bad, desirable or undesirable, or anything else except that it is made so by laboratories inside us producing the emotions on which we live. And to live on our emotions is to live arbitrarily, inaccurately—imparting meaning to what has none of its own. Yet what other way is there to live? Without the ever-clanking machinery of emotion, everything would come to a standstill. There would be nothing to do, nowhere to go, nothing to be, and no one to know. The alternatives are clear: to live falsely as pawns of affect, or to live factually as depressives, or as individuals who know what is known to the depressive. How advantageous that we are not coerced into choosing one or the other, neither choice being excellent. One look at human existence is proof enough that our species will not be released from the stranglehold of emotionalism that anchors it to hallucinations. That may be no way to live, but to opt for depression would be to opt out of existence as we consciously know it.

The Conspiracy Against the Human Race

Thomas Ligotti