Winter Full Moon Night over the Ruins of a Gothic Chapel (Felix Kreutzer, 1835 - 1876)
✞ 666 ✞
Freud said that we endlessly repeat past hurts, forever re-enacting the same patterns in a futile attempt to patch the un-healable wound. This, more than anything, is the terror of the personal, digital archive: not that it reveals some awful act from the past, some old self that no longer stands for us, but that it reminds us that who we are is in fact a repetition, a cycle, a circular relation of multiple selves to multiple injuries. It’s the self as a bundle of trauma, forever acting out the same tropes in the hopes that we might one day change.
Navneet Alang, "Terror of the Archive"
The Adversary!; ‘Where their worm dieth not, and the fire is not quenched’ (Joseph Noel Paton, 1876)
Florence, Italy (by Adrian Botica)
La visión del Coloseo. El último mártir
Euro 1973 Alfa Romeo GTV 2000
Picta Poesis (1552) Barthélemy Aneau
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