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I wanted to get a picture of the pond itself, but it cost $5 to park, so I just hopped out of the car to get this.

June MSH #15: Tourist Trap

Zeus, disguised as a derelict, roams the earth apologizing for ruining his ex-wife's life.

existentialism

NYU Bus Route A

Acrylic red and black paint on newspaper. 20 by 16 inches.

nancy o. series

Nancy O.

aka

Nancy Surrealist

aka

Nancy S.

Thoreau replica cabin interior .. enjoyed two or more New England winters in rusticity

Not mine - found on web. Will gladly put the credits up, if someone knows'em..?

Presentación Existentialism is a Mannerism"

today after a night lacking sleep, i worked nonstop on my existentialism final. it involved a lot of crazy. the end product i enjoyed though.

canon 7d with sigma 30.

Andrei Platonovich Platonov (Russian: Андре́й Плато́нович Плато́нов, IPA: [ɐnˈdrʲej plɐˈtonəvʲɪtɕ plɐˈtonəf]; né Klimentov [Климе́нтов]; 28 August [O.S. 16 August] 1899 – 5 January 1951) was a Soviet Russian novelist, short story writer, philosopher, playwright, and poet. Although Platonov regarded himself as a communist, his principal works remained unpublished in his lifetime because of their skeptical attitude toward collectivization of agriculture (1929–1940) and other Stalinist policies, as well as for their experimental, avant-garde form infused with existentialism which was not in line with the dominant socialist realism doctrine. His famous works include the novels Chevengur (1928) and The Foundation Pit (1930).

Platonov was born in the settlement of Yamskaya Sloboda on the outskirts of Voronezh in the Chernozem Region of Central Russia. His father was a metal fitter (and amateur inventor) employed in the railroad workshops and his mother was the daughter of a watchmaker. He attended a local parish school and completed his primary education at a four-year city school and began work at age thirteen, with such jobs as an office clerk at a local insurance company, smelter at a pipe factory, assistant machinist, warehouseman, and the railroad. Following the 1917 Revolution, he studied electrical technology at Voronezh Polytechnic Institute. When Civil War broke out in 1918 Platonov assisted his father on trains delivering troops and supplies and clearing snow.

I don’t know what it was about the beach that made me feel so existential. Maybe because the carefree atmosphere of the beach completely contrasts the ironic and complicated nature of existentialism? Today while reading Camus’, “The Guest,” on Tybee I noticed this kite nearby and wandered over to take a picture.

A cupcake is a cupcake is a cupcake, until it's not. Right?

Rosy meringue takes the form of a cupcake and is stuffed with strawberries and nutella.

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if someone paints some graffiti and no one is there to see it, does it really exist?

Now the Olympics are over, Wenlock retreats into his box to consider the meaning of life.

Qui vivra verra, Spring 2016

(He/She who lives, shall see)

Existentialism in Paris

The Eiffel Tower took my breath away; I've never felt so small. Surrounded by carousels, local vendors and towering over the Seine River, it stood so proudly. I couldn't wrap my mind around the fact that I was actually there in its presence rather than viewing it through a photograph or movie.

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It's lovely at Bulimba, across the river from the woolstores and old 1930s industry buildings.

We walked along that pathway in August. It was a monday and dark and freezing cold. Low wind off the river and so quiet except for the water. We talked about nothing that important, I made a joke about existentialism, which unsurprisingly fell flat. You didn't kiss me.

Kanye, Existentialism, and crying.

The grave of Jean-Paul Sartre & Simone de Beauvoir; I call this 'Existentialism is Dead (and here it lies)'.

The Stranger by Camus

Fight Club by Chuck Palahnuik

No Exit by Sarte

Looking for Alaska by John Green

A Farewell to Arms by Heminway

We start our journey when the subject questions her existence and who she is in the grand scheme of things when she is reminded of how simple a rose is.