#contributions

Its coldness, unsettling stillness, and relentless rains have taken over. Last night was harsh, as the heavy rain flooded our humble tents, leaving behind nothing but cold and suffering.

My children, their small bodies can no longer endure this piercing cold. All I can do is hold them close, but even that is no longer enough to shield them from the cruelty of this weather. Our tiny tent, barely offering us shelter, stands less than 100 meters away from the sea. The crashing waves and roaring winds create a daily battle for us, amplifying the fear in my children during the darkness of the night.

This morning, we woke up to the same exhausting reality. I don’t know if this suffering will ever end or if it will repeat with every new sunrise. Sometimes I wonder: does tomorrow hold any hope for us, or is it just another chapter of pain?

These are not just words, but glinnmpses of the reality of my life and the suffering of my children, for which I can find no solution.

I've created an option on the contact form - if you're interested in contributing, please ping me using that (it's linked below) and select the "contribute your photos" message category. This way I'll have everyone's contact information and can reach out directly when I can start accepting submissions. If you've already sent a message/DM to either this blog or @animalphotorefs, please use the contact form to re-send your information so I've got it all stored in one place.

I think it's so cool how many people want to contribute their own work to the endeavor. You guys are rockstars.

As a thank you, here's my favorite photo of a howler monkey I've ever taken (not howling here, just doing a hecking big yawn).

More of a meme than a PNG

I'm at work and I don't have my notebook with me and I mostly morally refuse to look up the lyrics to the brand new album and I didn't get the .lrc files this morning before I left so forgive my undiagnosed audio processing disorder if I get some of the lyrics wrong, but oh dear god from what I could understand over the clamor of work....

The tonal alignment from Gethsemane to the first portion of Infinite Baths... Fuck.

The implications in the name should have prepared me to be devastated sooner. The place where I know you would inevitably betray and hurt me -> no matter what I did or how I did it or what processes happened to us, nothing would have ever changed how you affect me.

A brief view of the Wikipedia page for a thermal bath (for the uninitiated in thermodynamics) might imply by name or skimming that the immersed object is warmed by the bath, but it's also true that the bath may be colder than the object, chilling the object, but never affecting the temperature of the bath.

"I wanted you to know I learned to live without it and even though it's cold I now no longer feel surrounded. And you never listened to me and that's the thing I tell the others." (The healing that was implied at the end of Euclid where Vessel reaches out via phone to someone else is reiterated here and is supported) (Honestly any quote from Gethsemane would work) -> "you're the method in my madness. You're the glory in my world. Infinite Baths, bursting colors when you love. I have fought so long to be here, I am never going back." He is out. He recognizes what has happened to him had been truly terrible, as Damocles points out, sometimes the nostalgia gets to him and he "plays those discordant days on repeat until [they look like harmony/ the tape runs out on me]", but even then he can recognize that it was not good for him or to him and there was never anything he could do to change it. Just like Blood Sport said, it would have been in a wholly different universe for things to go differently between them.

snails sighted by fwiend <3

V€nmo & Ca$ha₽₽: sovaghoul