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@witheringfeelings
"you don't need water to feel like you're drowning"
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this shit sucks. wish bulbasaur was real .
annihilation (2018) dir. alex garland + annihilation by jeff vandermeer // hozier, “in a week (ft. karen cowley)” // taylor swift, “the lakes” // fiona apple, “heavy balloon” // littlestpersimmon - “reclamation” // meganluddyillustration - “So long, we’d become the flowers” // hermann hesse, “farm,” from wanderings // czeslaw milosz, “longing” // ada limón, “mowing,” from bright dead things // mary oliver, “sleeping in the forest” // conceptualsolitude
古木
TO RETURN TO MY TREES
“The Overstory” (2019), by Richard Powers; // “Wild Fruits: Thoreau's Rediscovered Last Manuscript” (2001), by Henry David Thoreau; // Kim Novak; // Chinese Proverb; // “To the lighthouse” (1927), by Virginia Woolf; // Santosh Kalwar; // Albert Szent-Gyorgyi; // “Cosmos” (1980), by Carl Sagan; // “Timeline” (1999), by Michael Crichton
Burial tends to delay decomposition. In fact, a body above ground is said to decompose at least four times faster than one buried. Under ground, it probably takes two years for the soft tissues to disappear completely. Tendons, ligaments, hair and nails will be identifiable for some time after that. In about five years the bones are bare and disarticulated but there are often fragments of cartilage and, if I use a high- speed saw to cut the bones of bodies that have been exhumed after five years, there is a wisp of smoke caused by scorched protein still in the marrow and the smell of burning organic matter – something I can also expect from the bones of the recently dead. The human skeleton is the last part of the body to return to the earth, which, of course, can take a very long time: hominid bones more than 2 million years old have been found in dry parts of the world. Unless preserved anaerobically in a bog, the damp UK climate does not keep bones so well. And eventually, all bones must decompose. Wet soils that hold water hasten this by leaching the calcium and other minerals away. As the bone becomes more porous, the process of disintegration is helped by bacteria, fungi and even plants thrusting their roots inside the cracks and crevices and breaking up the bone more – as well as by gnawing animals. Throughout their careers, pathologists are approached by the police to examine bones. ... Usually just one bone is found, sometimes a collection, and they are nearly always from animals. But not always. All pathologists have files labelled ‘Old Bones’ and every attempt is made to identify these finds. Some bones, like the pelvis or the skull, tell us at a glance whether its owner was male or female. Other bones, and particularly teeth, can tell us the age of the deceased if they were very young or very old. Otherwise, judging age from a skeleton is not a precise science. For the most part, our ‘Old Bones’ files remain mysterious. Our main task is to date the bones and discover whether this death, possibly a criminal death, occurred in the last sixty or seventy years, in which case the killer might still be alive. Dating is a specialist skill. Carbon-14 dating only works to a very long time-scale but the atomic bombs of the 1940s, with their release of strontium-90 into the atmosphere, mean it is relatively easy to discover whether bones pre- or post-date these explosions. If they predate the atomic era, the police are seldom interested, although archaeologists might be.
Unnatural Causes: The Life and Many Deaths of Britain’s Top Forensic Pathologist Unnatural Causes (Dr. Richard Shepherd)
Wanting very much to disappear, folded into the gentle mycelium net beneath the forest floor.
Mouse Decomposition Timelapse by Louie Schwartzberg
I have been watching Two Horn decompose.
Death is a virtue.
There's nothing quite as beautiful as the dead, the slow decaying corpse of something that was once loved and valued so deeply, something of which contributed to our society and continues to do so even after its passing. It's the circle of life. You live, you contribute towards a better future, then you die. I don't fear death, nor do I think I ever have, why should I? We've all experienced the dark endless void of nothingness before birth so why fear it?
I love the word "decompose" because it reminds me of a composer taking apart their symphony, each part, now separated sounding cacophonic next to each other, somehow more beautiful than what it was before
What is it like to be in a body that isn't your own? You live through this thing constantly controlling you, you cannot access its mind, nor can see or move, all you may do is listen. The people surrounding this body you have inhabited tend to bore you with their constant blabbering and confusing conjecture surrounding the juxtaposition of there every words. You do not have the will to accept what has happened to you, and you know you are eternally trapped because once the body has passed...
You now live in a box. What's it like to be in a dark box forever you ask? Well you start to hear the inter-workings under the ground. You notice that the bugs are making there way through the wooden box and you start to think you can make it through this with company after all but they chewed through the box
You have gained a new sensation! Hazza you can feel now, the bugs your friends forever, or at least that's what you think until they decide to chew through this body you are in. You can feel it and it is a monstrous hunger and disgusting pain of being again not a body of your own. The pain it is to feel yourself wet and decomposing, bugs crawling throughout and within you are now the playground for them and you can't even see its beauty. All you can do is hear the chewing and feel the ecosystem you have become.
Now you are bones, the bugs gone, the box completely gone, alone again, painless now. All that's left to do is sit and wonder what did you do to deserve this anguish and wrath of eternity in dark loneliness.
back to nature, we all go…
Some diligent decomposers here at work, popping up out of this moss covered log they’re living in.
If my decomposing carcass helps nourish the roots of a juniper tree or the wings of a vulture - that is immortality enough for me. And as much as anyone deserves.
-Edward Abbey
Nobody wants to talk about the natural pulse maggots create as they consume organic material :((( it's so beautiful when you think about it, they make dead things vibrate with this disgusting, festering Life.. nature is poetry and everyone thinks I'm gross and edgy but like :') they're literally mimicking the ocean's waves-- why do they do that?? It's not fast either, you have to watch a time lapse to see it happen honestly so what gives them that natural sense of rhythm? Where else in nature does this behavior occur??? I have questions!!!