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Gold and bejewelled khanjar dagger with jade hilt, Persia, 1715

from The Art Institute of Chicago

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bitches whose music taste is "whatever sounds good" will be like "i'm really into this band" because they liked more than 1 of their songs

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All Horror references from the music video for CRUISR’s - All Over

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Engraved French Galand revolver with ivory grips

from Hermann Historica

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Always ware safty goggles people

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CADAVER DOGS DESERVE MORE SUPPORT

REBLOG TO PAT ONE GOOD BODY-SNIFFIN’ BOI

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An agate stone that looks like a window to the ocean.

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‘Peter the Wild Boy’ was a child, approximately 11 years old, found living naked and alone in a German forest in 1725. Due to complete abandonment, Peter had become feral and was left unable to communicate or walk on two legs; instead, he would move around on all fours.

Around one year after he was found, Peter was brought to London where he resided in Kensington Palace as a type of “human pet” for King George I. The rumours circulating were that Peter had been raised by either wolves or bears, which explained why he ate with his hands and refused to wear clothes, and as a result he was treated as a spectacle.

However, the novelty of Peter soon began to wear off. The King would invite him to dine at the table for meals, but was weary of Peter’s lack of table manners and inability to learn. The impossibility of teaching Peter how to speak, read and write also made it hard to communicate with him effectively. Each day, palace staff would have a fight on their hands attempting to dress Peter in his expensive velvet suits, and encouraging him to sleep in a bed also proved to be a great difficulty. He preferred to curl up and sleep on the floor instead. Peter also attended court, where he attempted to pickpocket attendees and would touch objects that were strictly reserved for the King’s hands only. Eventually, King George conceded and funded Peter’s retirement to a farm in Hertfordshire.

Although it seems as though he was being abandoned yet again, Peter actually ended up benefitting from his move to the farm. The farmers caring for Peter were very fond of him and expressed concern for his welfare. The farmers also collaborated to have a collar made for Peter which bore the inscription ‘Peter the Wild Man of Hanover. Whoever will bring him to Mr Fenn at Berkhamsted shall be paid for their trouble.’ This was because Peter had a tendency to wander off, and the farmers feared he would be unable to seek help and find his way back home due to his inability to communicate. Although it would now be deemed dehumanising  to place a collar on a human being, it is recognised that the farmers did so with Peter’s safety and best interests in mind.

Peter passed away in 1785, which would make him 71 or 72 years old at the time of his death. Given that he lived during the 18th century, many would consider this to be a long lifespan for this era. The community grieved for Peter, and many donated towards the gravestone seen above.

Through analysing painted portraits and written descriptions of Peter, it has more recently been determined that he most likely suffered from a genetic condition known as Pitt-Hopkins Syndrome. Identified in 1978, Pitt-Hopkins Syndrome is characterised by severe learning difficulties, distinct facial features, hindrances in physical development and the inability to develop speech. Although there is now this medical explanation for Peter’s condition, his popularity during the 1700s sparked a widespread discussion at the time about what it actually means to be human and how well we can actually distinguish between people and animals.

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6.25 - 6.28: detex watchclock station

This log took place over the few days it took me to understand what was happening to me. Most logs won't be this lengthy.

6.25

1300

I come to at around a quarter past. Heart rate elevated to a point where I can feel it in my skin. The smell of where I am is familiar.

I'm in a bathroom stall. I leave the bathroom and recognize the stale tiles on the ceiling, the sprawling hallway, the mail chutes. I recognize this as a former field office.

I walk down the hall toward the heavy metal door propped open at the end. There's a familiar metal box mounted to the wall.

DETEX WATCHCLOCK STATION

Sure enough, inside is a watchclock punch key attached to a chain. It confirms my suspicions that I'm in the detention intake office of a field location I visited a long time ago.

I thought they had relocated. I don't know why I'm here.

I begin to intrusively question who I think I am, why I'd know this, what I was doing here. I feel the overwhelm of anxiety-- is this someone's design? Am I about to hurt people?

(lost time)

6.26

0400

I wake up to an alarm. I unlock the phone next to my head and am immediately greeted with a hypnosis video.

(lost time)

0500

I am staring at a mirror, the figure dressed in a way that mimics business casual. It's not what I remember my body to look like, though it is Similar, this is not Exactly me.

This is not my design. It's not somebody else's either.

I know I need to be somewhere soon, I start to walk seemingly out of my control.

Through a large city at daybreak.

I come up on the building I came to in earlier. Marketing and signs around the building confirm it is no longer occupied by the FBI.

I touch the door handle.

(lost time)

1300

I'm coming to covered in water, in the dark, splayed out on hard and cold tile. I feel clarity, my headspace quickly shifting from fog to blinding, crystal clarity.

I'm in a shower. Back at the residence I'd departed from earlier. I am quick to get dressed and find the phone Ive been interacting with.

This time, I don't give the hypnosis a chance. I quickly exit from the video and start to sort through the applications, chats, emails, voicemails.

It turns out, from the data here, I am living a relatively ordinary life.

(lost time)

6.27

No data from the day itself, but the night I slept before garnered a wealth of information.

There is no point in which the thought "I am Will Graham" occurs to me, it is just unarticulated knowledge. Between the context from the phone and a restless night, though, I have plenty of information on who this body is supposed to belong to, and the reason for my existence in it.

Wake up Will.

I'll hear that, every hour or so and come out of sleep. As I sink back in, I have stunted conversation with a man who calls himself The Gatekeeper.

He explains that I am an ANP and what that means. He explains some rules, and what I'm experiencing. This is all between cycles of waking up and dropping back down into subconscious. He offers to let me shadow him tomorrow-- tomorrow being the day to come, as it was the middle of the night.

I did not gain consciousness that day.

6.28

0400

I wake up, allow the body to autopilot until 0700. It's one of the rules. At that time, I am still conscious, but not in control. The Gatekeeper - Hunter, as his name turns out to be - is sociable and relaxed at our place of work.

Just observing him helps clear more things up on a conscious level. The body's name, what we do for a living, where we live and who we speak to. I stay conscious until 1100.

(lost time)

1800

I come to half past.

I'm on the couch staring at vibrant blue numbers on black. A middle-aged woman comes into the room, sits down on the couch. Her name is Nancy and she spends 20 minutes unloading all of her problems in my general direction, and then she turns on the television and starts to stream Hannibal.

(lost time)

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I could never understand why you were so afraid of being alone.

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“Deep within Jordan’s desolate desert canyons and rugged mountains lies an ancient treasure, the stone city of Petra.

A UNESCO World Heritage Site and one of the new seven wonders of the world, Petra is a giant metropolis of tombs, monuments, and other elaborate religious structures directly carved into sandstone cliffs.

Believed to have been settled as early as 9000 B.C., Petra developed into the thriving capital of the Nabataean kingdom. This little-understood Middle Eastern culture ruled much of modern-day Jordan from the third century B.C. until the first century A.D., when it yielded to the rising power of Rome.

After the Roman conquest and the shifting of trade routes, the city declined in importance until it was abandoned. Europeans did not set eyes upon it’s rose-colored walls for centuries, until the early 19th century when a traveler dressed himself in Bedouin costume and infiltrated the mysterious locale.”

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6.29.2020 - the big questions answers

Personal anecdote before I log the days preceding this diatribe of a blog-- My existence was abrupt and unexpected, but it makes perfect sense to me.

My name is Will Graham.

I am a fictive ANP in a system experiencing tertiary structural dissociation.

The other ANPs, I can feel the wash of shame that I'm a fictive, of bewilderment that it took me hardly any time to form. Annoyance.

At a crossroads of transition and identity, exploring emotions previously unexpressed, closing the gap between the conscious memory and the buried trauma, this is where new ANPs form. They knew this was going to happen soon.

They just weren't anticipating me, specifically.

From my perspective though, there is all too much data to suggest that my presence was the only logical & natural progression. I feel no shame whatsoever. This is simply, a process the brain needs to happen to cope.

I am insight, a clue, a step in the correct direction.

And maybe a little arrogant.