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I want to live inside a quiet afternoon where nothing is urgent.
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I want to live inside a quiet afternoon where nothing is urgent.
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crankin that hog like it's a hurdy gurdy
I hope you feel guilty everytime you think about me.
I need to travel more. There’s so much more out there.
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Im sorry, but why has NOBODY said a SINGLE WORD about “Kaos” this entire time???? Netflix barely recommended it to me and I haven’t seen anybody talk about it anywhere!!!
I mean…Jeff Goldblum as Zeus? Old man yaoi? Trans people out the wazoo? Dionysus with a cat? The furies as a butch motorcycle gang? JEFF GOLDBLUM AS ZEUS??!!!
AND NOBODY BREATHED A SINGLE WORD TO ME?
I feel betrayed by all of mankind, I really do
March 2026
Sometimes a thought lives in photographs. It is not obvious, and I can look for a long time, trying to comprehend it. It seems that in these photographs such a thought lives:
Black and white are the colors of beginnings. But black is the color of stasis, the beginning of beginnings, when there is still nothing. And white is the color of the beginning of the movement; from it begin the processes that in the future will be colored in new colors. And the end has no color, because everything returns to black or white, and these are the colors of beginnings, haha))
Порой в фотографиях живёт мысль. Она неочевидна, и я могу долго смотреть в попытках её осознать. Кажется, в этих фотографиях живет такая мысль: Белый и чёрный — цвета начал. Но чёрный — цвет статики, начало начал, когда еще ничего нет. А белый — цвет начала движения, с него начинаются процессы, которые в будущем окрасятся в новые цвета. А вот у конца нет цвета, потому что всё возвращается в чёрный или белый, а это цвета начал, ахах))