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from Portrait of Lady // Giuliano Bugiardini

(art detail) c.1510

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The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1988)

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I've told you a thousand times: don't read my letters - such cold, torpid words. If only I could bathe you in a single full, rich sound, instead I drag you into my desolate labyrinth. You sit there now alone with your tears in your dark room, but soon I'll come to you. For the last two weeks your image has been constantly before me, I see you in every dream. Your silhouette floats before me all the time like the shimmering after-image when one's gazed at the sun. I yearn for the bliss of sensation and shall have it soon, very soon, with you.

Georg Büchner, Letter to Minna Jaeglé (March, 1834)

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Random Favourite Moments from Withnail and I

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Sacred Geometry

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Vesuvius erupting at night with spectators in the foreground Pierre-Jacques Volaire c.1769

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mentally incapacitated by all the cringe

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Hermann Hesse, The Glass Bead Game

‘… no permanence is ours; we are a wave that flows to fit whatever form it finds: through night or day, cathedral or the cave, we pass forever, craving form that binds …’

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Critical essays on the works of Hermann Hesse

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you get nasty blisters .du bist sehr schön

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Mascara, blood, ash and cum On the Rorschach sheets where we make love

— Josh Tillman (Father John Misty), from 'I Love You, Honeybear'

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Olaf Bisschoff — The Glass Bead Game (Hermann Hesse, 1943) [oil and canvas, on board, 2023]

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stratus dance club, san diego 1980′s

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… after-which, the hills are alive with celibate cries (i.e., sour creepy anons)