She was not of the world, she was not in the world, unhappily she was not out of the world. She wanted to be out, get out, but even as her mind filmed over with the grey-gelatinous substance of some sort of nonthinking, of some sort of nonbeing or of nonentity, she felt psychic claws unsheathe somewhere, she felt herself clutch toward something that had no name yet.
What is called collective memory is not a remembering but a stipulating: that this is important, and this is the story about how it happened, with the pictures that lock the story in our minds. Ideologies create substantiating archives of images, representative images, which encapsulate common ideas of significance and trigger predictable thoughts, feelings.
Soul is the place,
stretched like a surface of millstone grit between body and mind,
where such necessity grinds itself out.

(Source: boyishdivision)

In unwittingly destroying the artificial but time-honored distinction between natural and human histories, climate scientists posit that the human being has become something much larger than the simple biological agent that he or she always has been. Humans now wield a geological force. […] In that sense, we can say that it is only very
recently that the distinction between human and natural histories—much of which had been preserved even in environmental histories that saw the two entities in interaction— has begun to collapse. For it is no longer a question simply of man having an interactive relation with nature. This humans have always had, or at least that is how man has been imagined in a large part of what is generally called the Western tradition. Now it is being claimed that humans are a force of nature in the geological sense. A fundamental assumption of Western (and now universal) political thought has come undone in this crisis.
humansofnewyork:

Just two baby monkeys hugging.
(Kathmandu, Nepal)

humansofnewyork:

Just two baby monkeys hugging.

(Kathmandu, Nepal)

ohfuckyeahcillianmurphy:

Mirror Mirror on the Wall | Cillian Murphy | So It Goes | Behind the Scenes Extras

when we speak we are afraid / our words will not be heard / nor welcomed / but when we are silent / we are still afraid / So it is better to speak / remembering / we were never meant to survive.
lensblr-network:

To race with the winds.
by gawlak.tumblr.com

lensblr-network:

To race with the winds.

(Source: -teesa-)

Paul Seawright, Invisible Cities series.

From “Exception to the Norm: Representations of Urban Africa in Paul Seawright’s Invisible Cities”:

Seawright’s photographs of [sub-Saharan Africa] document these new urban spaces. The focus is not on the large monuments, landmarks, or signature buildings that would often be used to characterise a city. Nor does Seawright give us the bustling markets, chaotic street-life, or overcrowded transport systems that are so much a part and parcel of the visitors experience of urban African.  Instead he concentrates on the edges of these cities: the spaces through which the residents navigate their day to day lives. We get deserted lane-ways, apartment buildings, motor-way overpasses, roadside billboards and parking lots. His camera moves into interior spaces to show us hospital waiting rooms, non-descript offices, bars and classrooms. When people appear in the photographs they are either alone or in small groups. They seem to be in states of suspended animation: waiting, staring, sometimes sleeping. 

panopticomicon:

Foucault was a fan of MJ. Y’all heard it here first, folks.

panopticomicon:

Foucault was a fan of MJ. Y’all heard it here first, folks.