↻ ʀᴇᴘʟᴀʏ ⇉ Sᴋɪᴘ ♡ ʟɪᴋᴇ

“i am so tired of waiting. aren’t you, for the world to become good and beautiful and kind? let us take a knife and cut the world in two— and see what worms are eating at the rind.”

— langston hughes

A woman using her husband's shadow to protect and shelter herself from the sun in Masijd al- Harām.

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Bless Me, by Moses Sumney

Lost in Translation (2003, Sofia Coppola)

On Interludes and Transitions that anchor us to emotional depths we didnt know we had or, more likely, know we have but fear to see. Gilded roses, fleeting glimpses of what could be before we return to what is. I know you’ll leave, I’ll cling to this moment before you go. Bless me while I have this dance.

Julian’s essay on Nancy Holt’s Sun Tunnels, 1973–76, is up now, part of Holt/Smithson Foundation’s Tuesday Texts series.

Depression A Pelican Original

The Beatle: You Get One

Gerhard Richter, “Candle”, 1983

“In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion.”

— Albert Camus (via thestrangerdaily)