Carl Fahringer (Austrian, 1874–1952), "Herons"

Eighth Heaven the Sphere of the Fixed Stars from Dante’s Divine Comedy, 1564

"come outside, i just want to talk" typa expression

Ningen by William 巴特尔 Bao

Early accounts sourced from a Japanese internet forum circa 2007- The Ningen. A gigantic man shaped whale like creature that stalks the frigid waters of the South Pole. First to be sighted in the early 2000s by Japanese whaling ships illegally hunting in the Antarctic water. For a creature so large it seems to be extremely skilled at evading human eyes. Some blurry evidence from underwater cameras hinted at its existence from time to time but researchers still lack any concrete evidence. The creature’s white beluga like skin tone suggests it evades detection by camouflaging with giant underwater icebergs, perhaps even pretends to be chunks of floating icebergs, making the search for the Ningen’s illusive figure even more difficult in an already harsh environment.

by Ian Fisher

why paint cats: the ethics of feline aesthetics - burton silver + heather busch (2002)

I have no right

I have no right to miss you,

though your voice graces my days,

a familiar melody

A comfort I don’t deserve.

We speak, and in those moments,

I feel the warmth of what we had,

a bond truer than true,

a love I hold in reverence.

Gratefulness fills the gaps

where longing tries to creep in.

I’m thankful just to know you,

to share these hours of conversation.

I have no right to miss you,

but my soul is quietly grateful

for the chance to hear your voice,

to feel a part of your world.

I have no right to miss you,

but I do, endlessly, fervently,

with every beat of my regretful heart,

with every breath I take.

Your voice = euphoria

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Your voice a stream, gentle and unceasing,

flows through the corridors of my being.

Each word, a note, delicate and clear,

touches the core, awakening something deep.

In the morning, your whispers break the dawn,

softly calling the day into being.

At night, your tone cradles the dark,

bringing a calm that settles the stars.

The world is a tapestry of sounds,

but your voice, a thread that weaves through,

creating patterns only the soul can see,

a quiet song that lifts the heart.

In the presence of your voice, I am whole,

each syllable a breath that fills my soul.

franz kafka i love you