Vividly now I recall how the glint and sparkle of light caroming from the massive chandeliers splintered and ran blood, flecking the tips of the waves that beat monotonously on the dull gold outside the windows. On the beach, masts and chimneys interlaced, and like a fuliginous shadow the figure of Albertine gliding through the surf, fusing into the mysterious quick and prism of a protoplasmic realm, uniting her shadow to the dream and the harbinger of death. With the close of day, pain rising like a mist from the earth, sorrow closing in, shuttering the endless vista of sea and sky. Two waxen hands lying listlessly on the bread spread and along the pale veins the fluted murmur of a shell repeating the legend of its birth.




1890s Art Nouveau

via . erie basin


don't remember where i saw this .

does killing time damage eternity ?


The Dalai Lama, when asked what surprised him most about humanity:
“Man. Because he sacrifices his health in order to make money.
Then he sacrifices money to recuperate his health.
And then he is so anxious about the future that he does not enjoy the present;
the result being that he does not live in the present or the future.
He lives as if he is never going to die, and then
dies having never really lived.”


. : watching : .


and going on a bowie binge .

A Bombardment .

The Salk Institute
La Jolla, CA
Louis Kahn

Odilon Redon

Ditte Isager

kim ficaro

I've been absent . .