Cosimo Galluzzi

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Claire Keane
Peter Solarz
art blog(derogatory)
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
occasionally subtle
Today's Document
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
NASA
taylor price

blake kathryn

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RMH

Product Placement
Not today Justin

Kaledo Art
Jules of Nature

Andulka
seen from Türkiye
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seen from Maldives
seen from Bangladesh
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seen from France
@welcometocecilpalmer
2019
Gita Lenz
Untitled, late 1940s - 1950s
Elaborate Handbags and Accessories Made to Look Like Pesky Insects and Other Unusual Creatures
“Hey, wait up!”
Prying Eyes
all-the-suns-reach :
“Do you have any coffee?” Carlos asked. His family had all been tea drinkers, with himself the only exception, so he asked every time just in case. “If not, water is fine. I’m going to go freshen up, it was weirdly humid in that restaurant, don’t you think? I wonder what caused that, maybe I’ll go back some time and have a see…” He already knew where the bathroom was, but waited to be told. Starting again, pretending there was stuff he didn’t know.
❝Oh, um, yes, I'll go ahead and put some on,❞ Cecil answered, touching his fingertips together, ❝Are you OK with cayenne, I hope? Oh, and the bathroom’s through my bedroom, just, just through that door.❞
He pointed over toward the door to his bedroom, partway open. It would have been embarrassing to ask Carlos to go through it, even briefly on his way to the bathroom, but, seeing as he’d already been in there once (and experienced the full wriggliness of his tentacles and dissolution of his other self), he could convince himself not to let it debilitate him while he offered a meager smile and went to put on a fresh pot of coffee.
Prying Eyes
all-the-suns-reach :
Carlos almost laughed, because it seemed so silly to get this invitation when he’s already entered this home before. What he actually said though was;
“Yes, I’d love to.” And stepped into the building as though it were his first time. He was already within reach of a couple of the cameras and, coughing to hide embarrassment, detached them from their hiding places. They were small enough to fit in his lab coat pocket.
If Cecil noticed (and likely he did, given the number of eyes that he had, and the knack for seeing things he shouldn’t), he gave no indication. Little could make him feel more awkward than he already did; he’d rather move on from it without comment if he possibly could. They were supposed to be starting over, after all.
❝So, can I get you something to drink?❞ Cecil asked, glancing back at Carlos as he headed across the living room toward the kitchen.
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