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“The letter said that they were two feet high, and green, and shaped like plumber's friends. Their suction cups were on the ground, and their shafts, which were extremely flexible, usually pointed to the sky. At the top of each shaft was a little hand with a green eye in its palm. The creatures were friendly, and they could see in four dimensions. They pitied Earthlings for being able to see only three. They had many wonderful things to teach Earthlings, especially about time. Billy promised to tell what some of those wonderful things were in his next letter.
Billy was working on his second letter when the first letter was published. The second letter started out like this:
The most important thing I learned on Tralfamadore was that when a person dies he only appears to die. He is still very much alive in the past, so it is very silly for people to cry at his funeral. All moments, past, present and future, always have existed, always will exist. The Tralfamadorians can look at all the different moments just that way we can look at a stretch of the Rocky Mountains, for instance. They can see how permanent all the moments are, and they can look at any moment that interests them. It is just an illusion we have here on Earth that one moment follows another one, like beads on a string, and that once a moment is gone it is gone forever.
When a Tralfamadorian sees a corpse, all he thinks is that the dead person is in a bad condition in that particular moment, but that the same person is just fine in plenty of other moments. Now, when I myself hear that somebody is dead, I simply shrug and say what the Tralfamadorians say about dead people, which is "so it goes.”
“Slaughterhouse-Five” ―Kurt Vonnegut, 1969
Today’s diary 📔
You’re right. He *does* have gay face
Said one gay man to another gay man about another probably gay man* 🤔
“Strange, I thought, how you can be living your dreams and your nightmares at the very same time.” ―Ransom Riggs, Hollow City
“Hope smiles from the threshold of the new year to come, whispering, ‘it will be happier’.” – Alfred Lord Tennyson
This late sunset sky, leaving behind a bright red-orange glow, had caught my attention, as if the entire sky was blazing like fire.
A picture of a bright red sunset glow along a busy avenue, taken close to the start of night time.
Taken using an Apple iPhone 8 Plus.
Edited from RAW file in Adobe Lightroom. Further editing and watermark placement to JPG file done in Adobe Photoshop CC.
Constructive feedback is welcome and appreciated.
“Building A Mystery” ―Sarah McLachlan, 1997
“‘Cause you’re working 🍁
Building a mystery 🍁
Holding on and holding it in” 🍁
“Fable” —Robert Miles, 1996
www.youtube.com/watch?v=LhqOt3CSngk
“A fable that will never end / And now, I dream” 🎶
Date: March 4, 2021
Location: Fort Garrison - Stevenson, Maryland (Baltimore County)
Fort Garrison, also known as Oulton's Garrison, Risteau's Garrison, and Olton's Garrison, is a historic fortification building located at Stevenson, Baltimore County, Maryland on Garrison Farms Court. It is a rectangular fieldstone building built about 1695. The fort was built to serve as a stronghold against attacks by Native Americans and was used during the French and Indian War.
Frou Frou “Let Go” 2002
“(So let go) yeah let go 🌸
And just get in 🌳
Oh it’s so amazing here” 🌸
@nationalparkservice @cherryblossomwatch
“The Open Society and Its Enemies” ―Karl R. Popper, 1945
“The so-called paradox of freedom is the argument that freedom in the sense of absence of any constraining control must lead to very great restraint, since it makes the bully free to enslave the meek. The idea is, in a slightly different form, and with very different tendency, clearly expressed in Plato.
Less well known is the paradox of tolerance: Unlimited tolerance must lead to the disappearance of tolerance. If we extend unlimited tolerance even to those who are intolerant, if we are not prepared to defend a tolerant society against the onslaught of the intolerant, then the tolerant will be destroyed, and tolerance with them. — In this formulation, I do not imply, for instance, that we should always suppress the utterance of intolerant philosophies; as long as we can counter them by rational argument and keep them in check by public opinion, suppression would certainly be unwise. But we should claim the right to suppress them if necessary even by force; for it may easily turn out that they are not prepared to meet us on the level of rational argument, but begin by denouncing all argument; they may forbid their followers to listen to rational argument, because it is deceptive, and teach them to answer arguments by the use of their fists or pistols. We should therefore claim, in the name of tolerance, the right not to tolerate the intolerant. We should claim that any movement preaching intolerance places itself outside the law, and we should consider incitement to intolerance and persecution as criminal, in the same way as we should consider incitement to murder, or to kidnapping, or to the revival of the slave trade, as criminal.”
“New Americana” ―Halsey, 2015
www.youtube.com/watch?v=b-eYbUVZedY
Cigarettes and tiny liquor bottles
Just what you'd expect inside her new Balenciaga
Vile romance, turned dreams into an empire
Self made success now she woes with Rockefellers
Survival of the richest
The city's ours until the fall
They're Monaco and Hamptons bound
But we don't feel like outsiders at all
We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana
Young James Dean, some say
He looks just like his father
But he could never love somebody's daughter
Football team loved more than just the game
So he vowed to be his husband at the alter
Survival of the richest
The city's ours until the fall
They're Monaco and Hamptons bound
But we don't feel like outsiders at all
We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana
We know very well who we are
So we hold it down when summer starts
What kind of dough have you been spending
What kind of bubblegum have you been blowing lately
We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana
We are the new Americana
High on legal marijuana
Raised on Biggie and Nirvana
We are the new Americana
“Women” ―Charles Bukowski, 1978
“Nothing was ever in tune. People just blindly grabbed at whatever there was: communism, health foods, zen, surfing, ballet, hypnotism, group encounters, orgies, biking, herbs, Catholicism, weight-lifting, travel, withdrawal, vegetarianism, India, painting, writing, sculpting, composing, conducting, backpacking, yoga, copulating, gambling, drinking, hanging around, frozen yogurt, Beethoven, Back, Buddha, Christ, TM, H, carrot juice, suicide, handmade suits, jet travel, New York City, and then it all evaporated and fell apart. People had to find things to do while waiting to die. I guess it was nice to have a choice.”
“Do What U Want” ―Lady Gaga & Christina Aguilera, 2013
“You can't stop my voice cause 🎶
You don't own my life but 💃
Do what you want with my body
(Do what you want) with my body” 🌺
“Closer” ―Tegan And Sara, 2013
www.youtube.com/watch?v=9e9NSMY8QiQ
“All I want to get is a little bit closer 👫
All I want to know is, can you come a little closer? 👭
Here comes the breath before we get a little bit closer 👬
Here comes the rush before we touch, come a little closer 👯♀️
The doors are open, the wind is really blowing 💨
The night sky is changing overhead” 🎶
A different variation of The Thick Fog, taken with my phone instead of with my camera.
Taken using an Apple iPhone 8 Plus.
Edited with VSCO Film preset from RAW file in Adobe Lightroom. Further editing and watermark placement to JPG file done in Adobe Photoshop CC.
Constructive feedback is welcome and appreciated.
Link to The Thick Fog:
A cult camera in its own right the Contax 645 AF stands as Kyocera's sole entry into the medium format market to challenge both Pentax and Mamiya in the 6x4.5 arena. Sadly it never gained too much traction.
You can read the full review online
www.alexluyckx.com/blog/index.php/2019/08/19/camera-revie...
“Breathe” ―Anna Nalick, 2005
www.youtube.com/watch?v=xdRHSuPxgXo
“Two AM and she calls me ‘cause I’m still awake,
Can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
I don’t love him, winter just wasn’t my season
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to criticize, hypocrites,
You’re all here for the very same reason” 🎶