Carry On My Wayward Son

L’histoire s’écrira directement sur les images. Directement sur le papier je la poserai mot à mot. L'écriture fera ce petit bruit de pattes de merle dans les feuilles mortes. Les mots s’écriront comme on s’arrache. Ils seront une résille noire. Un ruisseau un fleuve une infinie marée. Personne ne les lira. L’émotion les prendra à la gorge. 

“Some days you just have to say ‘fuck it, I did what I could today’ and just let go of all the stuff you wanted to do. Life is too short to be angry with yourself for being human.” —Constantine Spiritworker#LateNightThoughts artwork by Cristina Zavala

It is often called “The Weeping Angel,” and more photos can be seen through a Google search of Metairie Cemetery.

Red Lotus Lake, located in Kumphawapi, Thailand, is most beautiful in the low season between February and November, when the flowers are in full bloom. The water can only be visited on wooden boats which are hired out by the locals. This lake is also home to around 80 species of bird which includes the endangered grey heron, purple heron, and black kite.

Open Culture takes us inside Paul Klee’s newly revealed notebooks. Complement with Van Gogh’s never-before-revealed sketchbook.

A third generation of Palestinian children has been born into the Israeli occupation by now. A third generation of children who know only the reality of daily human rights violations. It’s hard to find hope when the occupation infiltrates every aspect of your life; it’s hard to grow up when you don’t feel safe even in your own home, with soldiers waking you in the dead of night; it’s hard to feel free when soldiers and police officers detain you on your way to school; it’s hard to breathe when you live, whether as child or adult, with your most basic rights as a person denied – the right to freedom and to dignity.

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No, not a scene from I Am Legend - it’s Beirut city centre after the Israeli attacks of 2006. Photo by: João Silva

Arabic graffiti on a train in Dresden, Germany, welcoming refugees: اهلًا وسهلاً (ahlan wa sahlan - a warm welcome). (x)

bedtime story: “Before you even notice, you will have settled. You will enjoy your Monday morning coffee and think it’s just what you needed to start your day. You will visit the library every Tuesday, hoping to find some new escape in a new book, just to get away from your life. You will eat lunch with your best friend every Wednesday, order the usual at your favorite restaurant, you’re satisfied. On Thursday you go for a walk around your neighborhood to clear your mind, and look forward to tomorrow. On Friday evening you think you’ve made it, so you reward yourself with delivery pizza and an alright movie you’ve seen more than six times. Saturday, there’s still a day separating you from Monday, so you’re fine. Sunday, you dread, dread, until you go to bed. Then it’s the same old routine, slowly getting through life, thinking you enjoy it, when you could easily learn to enjoy something else. How do you know what you need to get through the day is just coffee? Maybe it’s just telling yourself, hey, I can do it, there’s more to look forward to. Instead of living your life through books why don’t you go on an adventure and take a risk like your favorite fictional character? How do you know that meal is really your favorite thing at a restaurant when you’ve never let yourself taste something else? Is looking forward to the end of the week your motivation to actually get through life? If it is, why, when you’re just living the same old shit week to week, nothing will change. You won’t change. You think you’re happy, but couldn’t you be happier?”— Isabel Cabrera, don’t settle image from the sketchbook of Chiara Bautista