Bernard Queysanne - The Man Who Sleeps (1974)
Thinking about that Robert Smith x Morrissey mpreg "you're my whale" meme
what troubled me some years ago is nothing i care about now, and my troubles and woes today would've seemed childish to my younger self, but if there's any exception to this, it's this, i know for sure the 16 year old me would've been just as bummed out about this as i am now, thinking they're doomed for having been born this late, and how it's not fair that they have to see the death of the few brilliant people left, those who have affected them greatly. Since i haven't been 16 for a while now and on account of the contrived maturity that caught up to me with the dread that came with the added candles to the annual celebration's cakes, today I'm able to read much more into this, i still have something to flex on the future generations, to gen beta and all the rascals yet to come, and that is that i lived in the same time as Sir David Lynch.
power lines are crushed with the weight of four days of accumulated freezing rain in boucherville near montreal, canada, january 9, 1998
photo by robert laberge, via bbc archives
The Smiths on the road in 1984.
Adrian Borland playing with The Sound, 1983...
β fatima aamer bilal, from being unwanted is a language
I want us to be the version of Marrissey that actually works out (it never does)