[A]fter she died, I found myself in possession of a number of her things, just common everyday things. I had them in the apartment, this and that, out and about, objects that were lost, abandoned, speechless, but not dead. That was the crux of it. They weren’t dead, not in the usual way we think of objects as lifeless. They seemed charged with a kind of power. At times I almost felt them move with it, and then after several weeks, I noticed, that they seemed to lose that vivacity, seemed to retreat into their thingness… I boxed them to keep them untouched by the here and now. I feel sure that those things carry her imprint - the mark of a warm, living body in the world. And even though I’ve tried to keep them safe they’re turning cold.

Reasons to love second hand books - objects imbued with the life of another. 

From The Blindfold by Siri Hustvedt

I’M GOING TO TYPE EVERY WORD I KNOW… RECTANGLE. AMERICA. MEGAPHONE. MONDAY. BUTTHOLE.

Ron Swanson, Parks & Recreation

S3, E5

tierradentro:

Gustav Klimt's studio in Hietzing, Vienna, c.1918 and 2013 (after restoration).

(Reblogged from art-and-veganism)

When I do, it’s good

The comfort zone is uncomfortable

The horror of immortality. 

How we wish that life could support only the good. But it vanishes when its opposite no longer exists as a setting.
(Reblogged from ceborgia)

aveganpizzaparty:

martinekenblog:

Back in May a couple of friends in Japan started a new project called rrrrrrrroll, using photography to explore beautifully minimalist animations based on objects and people turning on a single axis. (via)

(obsessed)

(Reblogged from prologi)

Consciousness is the narrow neck of a vast bottle

(Source: saturatedcat)

(Reblogged from ceborgia)

ex0skeletal:

Details from Bruegel the Elder's The Triumph of Death

(Source: Wikipedia)

(Reblogged from e-schatology)

ALL THE THINGS. I feel proud today.

My immediate superior at work just said, with a very disgruntled face:

"My favourite show got cancelled last week because of all this stuff going on in Syria"

There are no words. 

philosophy-of-praxis:

Paul Simon - Me and Julio Down By the Schoolyard.

Only ma fave

(Reblogged from ceborgia)
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