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From my short animation film “Vendredi” (Friday)
Clara Villaceque.
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“Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.”
- Cornelia Funke, The Inkheart -
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C. T. Salazar, “Noah’s Nameless Wife Takes Inventory,” featured in Ruminate Magazine
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The church of Notre-Dame de Paris is still no doubt, a majestic and sublime edifice. But, beautiful as it has been preserved in growing old, it is difficult not to sigh, not to wax indignant, before the numberless degradations and mutilations which time and men have both caused the venerable monument to suffer, without respect for Charlemagne, who laid its first stone, or for Philip Augustus, who laid the last.
On the face of this aged queen of our cathedrals, by the side of a wrinkle, one always finds a scar. Tempus edax, homo edacior [Time is a devourer; man, more so].
Victor Hugo, Notre-Dame de Paris: Book Third, Chapter I. Notre Dame (trans. Isabel Hapgood)
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Rebecca Lindenberg, The Believer interview
(Source: evoketheforms, via intimatum)
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"You want to know what it was like?
It was like my whole life had a fever.
Whole acres of me were on fire.
The sun talked dirty in my ear all night.
I couldn’t drive past a wheatfield without doing it violence.
I couldn’t even look at a bridge.
I used to go out in the brush sometimes,
So far out there no one could hear me,
And just burn.
I felt all right then.
I couldn’t hurt anyone else.
I was just a pillar of fire.
It wasn’t the burning so much as the loneliness.
It wasn’t the loneliness so much as the fear of being alone.
Christ look at you pouring from the rocks.
You’re so cold you’re boiling over.
You’ve got stars in your hair.
I don’t want to be around you.
I don’t want to drink you in.
I want to walk into the heart of you
And never walk back out."Nico Alvarado, “Tim Riggins Speaks of Waterfalls” (via facinaoris)
(Source: oofpoetry, via facinaoris)
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In astronomy, an analemma is a diagram showing the variation of the position of the Sun in the sky over the course of a year, as viewed at a fixed time of day and from a fixed location on the Earth. The north–south component of the analemma is due to change of the Sun’s declination caused by the tilt of the Earth’s axis, and the east–west component is due to nonuniform rate of change of the Sun’s right ascension, governed by combined effects of axial tilt and Earth’s orbital eccentricity. The diagram has the form of a slender figure eight, and can often be found on globes of the Earth.
It is possible to photograph the analemma by keeping a camera at a fixed location and orientation and taking multiple exposures throughout the year, always at the same clock time (and accounting for daylight saving time, when and where applicable). Diagrams of analemmas frequently carry marks that show the position of the Sun at various closely spaced dates throughout the year. (The image of the analemma on Mars is only a simulation) (source)
Image credit: Tunç Tezel, Dennis Mammana & Anthony Ayiomamitis
(Source: wonders-of-the-cosmos)
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“falling garden” by gerda steiner and jorg lenzlinger for 50th venice biennale in 2003 in church san stae - grand canal.
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Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.
On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941. Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.
(via dreamdeath)
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