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Indonesia (colonial), Java, Javanese Court Officials, c. 1820-1870 x

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Write me a love lyric about summer at the beach
you kissed the salt from my lips and somehow made the ocean taste like the sweetest thing i've ever known.
somewhere between summer waves, sandy toes, golden sunsets, and you, I realized the ocean wasn’t the only thing that felt like home
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Joaquín Sorolla y Bastida, Rocks at the Lighthouse, Biarritz, 1906 x
He sees the transfigured world of the stage, and yet he negates it. He sees before him the tragic hero with all the clarity and beauty of the epic, and yet he takes delight in his destruction. He comprehends events on the stage to their innermost core, and yet he gladly flees into the incomprehensible. He feels the actions of the hero to be justified, and yet he feels even more elated when these actions destroy the man who performs them. He shivers in horror at the sufferings which will befall the hero, and yet they give him a premonition of a higher, far more overwhelming delight. He sees more and deeper than ever before, and yet he wishes he were blind.
The Birth of Tragedy Nietzsche
Roy Lichtenstein, Sweet Dreams, Baby!, 1965 x