The Quill By Alphonse Mucha

Learned a bit about lead-cooled fission reactors the other day. Apparently you can like. Brick a lead-cooled nuclear reactor. If your core cools down or you spring a leak to air, the lead can solidify and Sorry but your reactor is now a solid brick. Of lead. Lol

ANDREI RUBLEV - Andrei Tarkovsky, 1966.

Tarkovsky cinematically composes his wonderful biography of the great Russian icons painter like an altarpiece made by 8 crucial episodes in his life in which two fundamental motives emerge: the Artist's role in the society and the complex relation between Power and People. The film, marvelously photographed in B&W, progresses through stunning plan-sequences and blatantly signals from the very beginning (the fly of ancient Efim who rides his rudimentary hot air balloon "to see the world from above") and the end (Rublev's icon "The Trinity", al last shown in glorious full colors, and the peaceful horses in the countryside) the successive developments of Tarkovsky's cinema, so hermetic and sublime.

r.m.

You know what? I'm sick of it.

I'm sick and tired of pretending I don't want to float in

✨Cherenkov radiation✨

Look at that shit, it's perfect. I bet it feels amazing on the skin and organs. I bet it revitalises the pores. I bet it tastes incredible.

Don't listen to authorities, look at that colour, nothing that pretty could be bad for you.

I want the forbidden swim.

bingewatching will never come close to bingereading. there is nothing like blocking out the entire Earth for ten hours to read a book in one sitting no food no water no shower no bra and emerging at the end with no idea what time it is or where you are, a dried-up prune that's sensitive to light and loud noises because you've been in your room in the dark reading by the glow of a single LED. it's like coming back after a three-month vacation in another dimension and now you have to go downstairs and make dinner. absolutely transcendental

Lomochrome color ‘92 Sun-kissed

There was a reviewer or commenter who said "I always keep track of how many mistakes the protagonist makes and after three, I stop reading the story and never look back".

I think about that person pretty frequently. We read for our own enjoyment, and therefore there's no wrong way to read a book so long as you're enjoying yourself, but ... maybe I don't actually believe that. Maybe there are wrong ways to read a book, and this guy found one.

Mirror (1975) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

Ears are ready for take off