#Modern Decay

[francesca-parita]

A symbiotic balance between nature and humanity evokes an inner journey of rebirth and resilience.

[kleinefreiheiten]

12.2015 Magdeburg

[eurotrip]

[tfttravisnat]

thinking about van again. we know from the flashbacks that lottie’s institutionalized very early on after they’re rescued. and that she was mute post-crash. and that the girls believe she’s still institutionalized all the way up through season two. was the last time they heard lottie’s voice that awful, wretched scream and then complete radio silence? did that ring in vans head, over and over and over again? their savior, their leader (the only one she would follow besides tai. and the other tai. especially the other tai), the one who always had something, the right thing, to say. did lottie see what they were in the light of day and realize they were something terrible, deadly, rotten? was it over? was the plane still with them? it seemed like it was the way shauna ran into jeff’s arms. the wedding was awful. it was so clearly jackie’s with shauna’s face painted on. a shotgun wedding but the baby was 3000 miles away. everyone got an invite, except misty. misty, who was so, completely fine, better than ever (except for when she was out there), puttering around and sending letters (letters van burned, and taissa burned too, but something shauna probably fucking kept like she kept jackie in that shed. like she kept jackies dress from the fire in winter. like she kept jackie’s body for the feas-) on what not to say, like anyone needed any reminders on everything they weren’t saying. maybe van should just be silent, that’s what she says to shauna, and nat, and surprisingly travis, when they duck away from the wedding to bury a bottle of daniels and an 8-ball between them. shauna’s the drunkest, and travis is dead quiet, but there’s already been four toasts to all the dead soccer players and taissa’s inside, lapping it up and wearing that fake smile (the one van trusts less than other tai. at least other tai looks her in the eye these days) because she’ll be leaving to go back to her second year at howard and soon she’ll need recommendations for law school since life has to move on, van. it wasn’t real, van. you didn’t eat jackie, and javi, and melissa, and ben, but not crystal (because they couldn’t find her) and not taissa (why can’t she see how unlikely it was, that both of them of them survived, when so many didn’t.) if none of it was real, then why could van still taste blood in her mouth every time she played a game of cards she knew she would win. if none of it was real then how did laura lee fly that plane. taissas tired of hearing about it, and shauna is too, she says, and she goes back to dance with her (jackie’s) husband. but travis is there, and he takes their hand (im not ashamed. i’m glad im alive, just like you are). and van feels like it’s her fault that travis is alive and wonders if he tastes lottie’s blood too and she almost asks but shauna’s mother kicks out nat and so goes travis. and vans alone (did she ever feel alone in the wilderness?) and she feels like laura lee in the plane, burning in their own convictions. and taissas inside, pretty in her blue dress, she’s going to make a beautiful bride to someone one day, but not to van, because when the summer ends so do they and all van has is the stupid fucking pen and lottie’s scream in her ears over and over and over and over and over and over and ov—

[scrapbuuk]

Petaling Street back alley / June 2023.

[livingdeadarchangel]

Jimmie Durham, Alpine Ibex (Tate Modern, London) / Saint Patrick’s Well (Orvieto, Italy)

[frachive]

doomsday ditch

[jackienova]

FUNGUARY 2024 — Week 2: Demonic Silver Leaf Fungus with Lilac Bonnet & Bird’s Nest Fungus Spirit of the forest.

[jonkwasnyczka]

Der Teufelsberg, Berlin, Germany

[justmossyaps]

ok, i-

i need to talk to someone about mr samuel’s teatime stories

i cannot form coherent thoughts

[mariocki]

Fat Man on a Beach (HTV, 1974)

"I'm going to read some more poems now. Erm. It may be that if you want to go and have a cup of tea, this would be a good time. I know that's what you masses are like. The mention of poetry and off you go."

[kleinefreiheiten]

12.2015 Magdeburg

[theparadoxmachine]

I'm sorry I just can't take Ed's Kraken beard seriously anymore ever since I realized that a possible modern equivalent would be him drawing it on with a sharpie. He'd look like he passed out drunk at a frat party

Then he has to spend an hour scrubbing it off because the fumes are making him dizzy. Then like the heartbroken idiot he is, he decides to redraw it with a scented marker which is worse because now everything smells like licorice.

Finally Izzy walks in on him scribbling all over his face with an eyeliner pencil in front of the bathroom mirror while a Taylor Swift song blasts from his phone and, grumbling a string a expletives under his breath, Izzy just grabs his keys and walks out to go find Stede because as much as he hates the guy, he just cannot take this shit anymore. He's had Nothing Compares 2 U stuck in his head for over a week and besides that was HIS eyeliner.

[onlylonelylatino]

Decay by George Pérez

[yallemagne]

I just wanted to say that I greatly appreciate your approach to topics around vampirism, if you have time please stop by my castle for a... wine.

I try. I think about vampirism far far too much.

I've thought a lot about vampirism being comparable to chronic illness: something incurable, only treatable. The constant guilt of being compared to a leech, of being accused of stealing resources that could have gone to someone more deserving, of feeling a constant pressure to choose between your continued survival at the expense of others or martyrdom. You choose survival, and you hate it.

The stress of having to fight to receive accommodations and people sneering at you because, as a result of those accommodations, you don't look sickly enough for them to pity. And if you did look sick enough to be deemed worthy of aid, they'd just whisper about how inconsiderate it is of you to be out and visible, scaring them and their children.

Nothing is easy, but people insist you're entitled and haven't had a rough enough life. You ache, you burn, you can't eat what others can, and what you can eat, they balk at. During your commute to the hospital, you're handed a flyer by a well-meaning soul telling you that people like you are a disgrace to God. You go to your check-ups and wonder if the person giving you blood agrees with all the rest that you are better off dead but simply keeps their mouth shut.

But nah, let's just say vampires that seek a humane source of blood are worse than the ones that assault people. That's why the post kinda rubbed me wrong, the only "ethical" thing is to just die, then? But none of that matters. After all, it's all fictional, and I'm running with a different metaphor than OP was.

...wine, you say? Yes, yes, what a delightful offer... you are referring to expired fruit juice, yes?

[michaelmathewsart]

“Elemental 25" (Memory Foundation)

[Elemental series)

by michael mathews

mixed media on hardboard

10x17 inches

2023