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D002-04: Melancholia Solid (Dürer's solid) cotton and wool, interlocking crochet

Daguerreotype - USA - ca 1855-1856 - sixth plate

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Hours later he woke up in just his swim trunks, with someone poking him. He squinted around and said. “What...” He cleared his throat, “What’s going on?”

(A Label Called Success)

A Band Called Success - Start a Feeling 

There wasn't all that many minutes in a day that Gigi remained sober for anymore, she'd become a pool of drugs and alcohol in fact she'd gone as far as to disappear from Queen Elizabeth Academy to go on a worldwide bender. It wasn't that she didn't want to be at the school, it was that she no longer saw meaning in her own existence, so rather than ending it like a coward, she hoped that it'd be a happy accident. Running a hand through her messy brunette locks, Gigi stumbled towards the bar of a club she'd forgotten the name of within minutes of entering. Her head was as heavy as the problems that plagued it. "A -- another." She slurred keeping her eyes directed at the wooden surface of the bar. Her body sweaty from dancing with other members of the public in similar anheibriated states, found itself cooling slightly whilst away. Although the humidity of the club could be cut through with a knife, she didn't mind it... Like a shield, the walls kept her from everything that was real. Within a second, Gigi had downed the beverage placed in front of her before asking once again for another, her head already doing cartwheels around the room, was quickly finding it's limit to how far it could be intoxicated before shutting down completely and the brunette wanted to find that limit sooner rather than later. Pushing herself off the bar frame, she watched the room spin around her, an action she couldn't pin on the amount of alcohol she'd consumed or one of the many drugs she'd both snorted, shot and swallowed that evening.