The denigration of the humanities and the arts are a weirdly pervasive form of anti-intellectualism and self- commodification I find annoying to deal with some days
-Portrait of the postman Joseph Roulin-
They are one of the best types of food
I love you samosas. I love you empanadas. I love you pasties. I love you dumplings. I love you pirozhkis. I love you savory food in a convenient little carb purse.
Fall roads in New England
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The original alien crop circles were garden labyrinths.
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There would have been more, but I got lost: vintage labyrinths and mazes.
sorry for romanticising the mundane. i have little else
Walpurgis Night, from Goethe’s Faust by Alexander Liezen Mayer (1877)
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watercolour on arches paper
adam wakes up, probes his side. rib gone, wound sticky. god's fingers have touched a place that will never be touched again. how does adam not curl up, swell and fall, beg god to touch him again. to touch him everywhere else. not just ribs but cheek, inner thigh, lap. the worst part of the side-wound is not that god penetrated you but that he won't do it again