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Here's some vector PNGs for the Bridges spider web logo because I super love it. I'll be putting one on my blog here but since I need somewhere to upload it, I'll go ahead and share it!

If you use it, please send me a message or tag me! :) obviously its not my design but I would still love to interact with some other Death Stranding blogs/projects

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Lindis Pass fells like different planet 🏜️ !.

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Throw that red everywhere. Smear it everywhere, just rub it in to every crevice.

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Deadman has a crush

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Kintsugi Teabowl, Japan, Edo Period, 17th century

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Shine, Akihabara 秋葉原

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axolotl 2. my kitchen CA, 2007 / FX01 /

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1993 Björk t-shirt

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“VINTAGE MUSHROOM LAMP” // $799.99

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Naoshima

Mar 2023

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Sneha Solanki  ‘The Lovers’

Two networked machines, one infected with a virus, slowly infects the other through the interface of classic romantic poetry.

A breakdown in the relationship was inevitable once the virus had seeped into the memory of one machine and then into the other through a singular network cable affecting the poetic text files. Communication between the two deteriorated, leading to irrational & at times odd behaviour. Each machine reacted with equal confusion and conflict. The interface text became an illegible poetic mutation of itself.

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Pampa Grande, Samaipata, Bolivia by Christian Defferrard

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Franz Metzner (1870-1919)

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Nature is Ancient

I'll never forget the first time that I saw Andy Goldsworthy's artwork. I took a very simple like Art 101 course in community college and we watched this exact documentary. I was completely enraptured. I didn't take my eyes off the screen once. I was charmed by the artist himself, calm and patient, not taking himself too seriously. But everything he said, explaining his philosophy, it just all completely clicked, it was all simple truths that I knew internally but had never heard spoken outloud before.

I've spent most of my life around the Pacific Northwest, so the environments shown in the documentary all feel like home to me. It is familiar territory. And his artwork spoke to a magic that I had witnessed as a child, even still as an adult, and it represented a constant that I felt I could rely on as everything around me continued to change.

This was also the same time frame I found Bjork and her albums. I was immersed in the Earth. I felt like that was where I truely belonged. Like I could just walk out into the forest and lie down in the ferns and the moss and just...rest. Let my body degrade. It was the closest thing I had gotten to feeling pure spirit, of elation and ascension, like a religious connection.

It has been over five years since I have left the city. Since I have been in that environment again. The sea, the forest, the lake. I wonder, if I took time, if I could gather up all my hatred and sadness and grief and madness and take it with me and pour it onto the sand, onto the rocks and the sticks and the dirt and let it be washed away, recycled back into the Earth like its supposed to be, if maybe I would finally feel comfortable with my own soul.

But I worry. I cannot remember a time when I was not plagued by this constant feeling: that I did not belong here, in urban sprawl, and I needed to return to the Earth. And so, if I did go out again, even alone, and rinsed my soul in the creek waters, would it be helpful? Was there any part of me left still pure in spirit, not eaten away by pain and injustice? If I have always felt this way, is there a core of me somewhere inside that contains magic and warmth and feelings of belonging? Or is my entire foundation cracked from the very start, like building a house on top of a sinkhole.

I'd like to think that I'm alright. I want my self to be built from positive feelings. What is the point of life but to learn and enjoy oneself? And I think because that is what I truely want, then that is a truth I can establish for myself.

I can heal myself. I know that for certain. I refuse to fade, or to be swallowed. To be snuffed. It will not be a matter of searching, but of propagation. Taking a small portion of the previous self and casting the rest off, allowing space for a healthy, new self to take root and develope.

If you like Death Stranding or Kojima's works, please watch this documentary. It gives you a lot to think about.