tristemorte:

Peter Garfield
Mobile Homes, 1996

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nevver:

Nuclear fallout, Nadav Kander

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stunningpicture:

I took a panoramic photo at a concert and lights changed in the middle of it. This is the result

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Bremen
PenPig Theatre Co.
PLAYS: 2,828
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klefaeries:

Oh my god I’m in tears right now. I got horribly lost when I left the college to get to my doctor even though I had directions and I pulled into a post office to ask better ones, I was shaking and on the verge of a panic attack because I’ve never driven here before and I’m not a good driver in the…

People are just awesome sometimes.

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type-lover:

Shakespeare Book Covers
by Sarah Strandoo

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Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: a waste of desert sand;
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Wind shadows of the indignant desert birds.

The darkness drops again but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

W.B. Yeats, “The Second Coming.”

I find myself thinking about Yeats’ “rough beast” a lot of late. Yeats thought a shared apocalypse was nigh. But it seems to the beast comes for us one at a time.

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