First Image Of Uranus And Its 5 Brightest Moons Taken By The James Webb Space Telescope.

“I can read you like a book and because the thing about a beloved book, if it’s a good one, is that it shifts like music; you think you know it, you’ve read it so many times, of course you know it, of course the pleasure of it is in how well you know it, but then you hear, in the background, the thing you never heard in it before, and with the turn of a page you see a combination of words you know you’ve never seen before, you thought you knew this book but it dazzles you with the different book it is, yet again, and not just that but the different person you have become, the different person you are now, reading it again, and you, my love, are an excellent book for me, and then us both together, which takes some talent with rhythm, but luckily we are quite talented at reading each other.”

— Ali Smith, The Whole Story and Other Stories

And the vision that was planted in my brain still remains.

“The repressed signifies the preserved: hidden away in the organized tensions of the unconscious, wishes and their memories are ceaselessly struggling to find some way into gratification in the present - desire refuses annihilation.” - Christopher Bollas

Ulf Andersen Charles Bukowski 1978

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke and the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks never know that he's in there.

there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? you want to screw up the works? you want to blow my book sales in Europe? there's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and it's nice enough to make a man weep, but I don't weep, do you?

-- Charles Bukowski, "Bluebird" 1992

‏الكل يسبح في حمام دماءٍ والكون بطياته يلزم ما أُملى عليه أن يكون ماهيته الحقيقية، قاسٍ كالفلاذ.

Godspeed you! Black emperor.

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper

The Morning Mists (Clyties of the Mist) by Herbert James Draper (1912)