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In the ruins of Chernobyl, scientists have discovered a black fungus feeding on deadly gamma radiation, slowly growing toward the reactor core. This mysterious organism, thriving in the abandoned wasteland, is not just surviving but actively absorbing nuclear radiation, as if healing the scar left by one of the world's worst disasters.
What happens when the mold reaches the core?
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you're stuck in second person but you actually kinda like it here
For it is not by describing that words acquire their power: it is by naming, by calling, by commanding, by intriguing, by seducing that they slice into the naturalness of existences, set humans on their path, separate them and unite them into communities. The word has many other things to imitate besides its meaning or its referent: the power of speech that brings it into existence, the movement of life, the gestures of an oration, the effect it anticipates, the addressee whose listening or reading it mimics beforehand.
Jacques Rancière, The Flesh of Words: The Politics of Writing
fun fact about me is I'm nearly 40 and pretty much only in the last like 4 months did I finally learn to use my sketchbooks as actual sketchbooks and not just little fancy boy mobile portfolios and it's been one of the most life-changing events in my life. I've filled up at least 200 pages since february, mostly with these little guys
Bad end?..
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Interior No.133 by Jaco Putker
When we first started using explosives in warfare, they were so volatile that people had to carry them right up to the fortification they wanted to destroy and gently place them beside it, which was ridiculous. Eventually we developed explosives that you could actually shoot out of a gun or drop from a flying machine, but they were still completely at the mercy of ballistics, so we carpet-bombed everything near the target in the hopes that a few would hit it, which was undesirable in at least two ways. Only recently have we finally begun to make serious use of "smart" munitions able to steer toward their targets and strike with precision, but it seems like even before the whole world has made that transition, we may move on to these "loitering" munitions, which can manoeuvre semi-autonomously, execute complex behaviours, and wait for the ideal moment to strike. The obvious countermeasure to these is jamming, and so it's only a matter of time before they become fully autonomous.
This is scary from the standpoint of people who would rather not be bombed, but it's interesting conceptually, isn't it? Back in antiquity you had soldiers throwing javelins, and since the soldier was obviously the weak link there, we just made the javelins ever more independent and ever more remote. It's hard to explain, but I feel a kind of wistful fondness when I imagine how we may one day have munitions so independent that they can keep fighting each other forever after all of us have died, bombs like moths whose lives are spent in larval darkness dreaming of the moment when they can finally soar away in a noble adult body that has only days to live.
I think my stance is increasingly that holding self-consistent beliefs is difficult and doesn't come naturally, and arguments for one stance or another often imply much larger commitments than you would think at first. If you've never thought about your beliefs and found that you cannot find a strong argument to reject a belief that seems bizarre and uncomfortable, or found that your reasoning compels you to accept a belief that feels uncomfortable, it's probably because you've never actually subjected your beliefs to serious scrutiny. If all of your beliefs sit comfortably within your worldview, with none that you want to reject but find you can't, you have almost certainly chosen beliefs based on whether they make you comfortable rather than when they are true
well mother, what the war did to my legs and to my tongue
Gustave Doré (1832–1883), “The Shriek of Timidity”
illustration from “The Days of Chivalry; Or, The Legend of Croquemitaine” by Ernest L’Épine (as Quatrelles), 1866
engraved by Heliodore Joseph Pisan (1822–1890)
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I bet it feels good as fuck to have this too, too solid flesh melt, thaw, and resolve itself into a dew
He saw her off, and walked back through the park. To hold her, to keep her—just as she was—with her cruelty, with her vulgarity, with her blinding blue eyes, with her miserable poetry, with her fat feet, with her impure, dry, sordid, infantile soul. All of a sudden he thought: If people are reunited in Heaven (I don’t believe it, but suppose), then how shall I stop it from creeping upon me, over me, that shriveled, helpless, lame thing, her soul? But this is the earth, and I am, curiously enough, alive, and there is something in me and in life—
Vladimir Nabokov, Pnin
'liquorice allsorts sweetbag, designed by paul clark + manufactured by obex, england, 1970s-80s' in plastics: common objects, classic designs - sylvia katz (1984)
Víctor Clemente - There’s something in the water.
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(2026) studies based on the photos on European cigarette boxes.
I find it touching that people consented to having photos of really painful, personal moments circulated so widely...
Emil Cioran, A Short History of Decay
