Paradise Dance Ver..mp4

Point of order.

King of Horses ran 450 fucking miles at almost entirely a gallop, without more than a few minutes rest, in 4 nights and basically was like "wait why are we stopping?" when Gandalf took him into the city and he ended up in a stable.

This was not his top speed, nor did it push any limits on his endurance.

Casa Sperimentalen, Fregene, Italy,

Also known as Casa Albero, the experimental concrete residence was developed over seven years by a family of Italian architects.

The project was led by Giuseppe Perugini alongside his wife Uga de Plaisant, with their son Raynaldo Perugini later contributing to the design. During the 60s and 70s, the family used the holiday home as a laboratory for architectural experimentation, exploring new Brutalist construction methods and unconventional approaches to living space.

Constructed from raw concrete modules and geometric frames woven through the surrounding pines, the structure explores a modular, almost organic vision of living spaces. Raised on pillars, it was conceived as an ‘unfinishable’ architectural experiment.

Access to Casa Sperimentale is via a single red staircase that can be raised like a drawbridge, allowing the house to be physically separated from the ground.

Abandoned since the 1990s, the structure has suffered vandalism and significant decay, leaving the structure at risk of collapse despite ongoing efforts to preserve the site.

a child 10,000 years ago left a handprint on a wall. they were fingerpainting. a viking climbs up a rock just to carve the words "this is very high" 10ft off the ground. somebody centuries... milennia... ago burned their dinner so thoroughly that they buried the ruined pot in the backyard rather than attempt to clean it. shakespeare got drunk and wrote dick jokes. tutankhamun was a little boy who liked ducks more than anything. a roman carves his name into a monument in another country saying "i was here". a prisoner, centuries ago, in the tower of london scratches lines into the wall as a tally marking the days. a medieval monk scrawls in the margins bemoaning the boredom of his work.

but all of us, every one, has a deep primal need to persist. we leave handprints on the wall, scratch our names into stones, carve initials into a tree, mark our growth as children on a wall, bury little time capsules. write in the margins of a book. hide notes behind the wallpaper.

reaching out into the future to some unknown human long after we're gone to say