#1 rice pudding fan

im moving arbitrarily. im just doing shit

the thing about art is that sometimes you'll be moved to tears by stuff that is not very good

The 4pm bird gets the weird and fucked up spider

Had a sort-of nightmare last night about being in a shitty YA novel universe but I couldn't get scared because I kept halting the plot to criticise the worldbuilding.

Reminds me of a nightmare I had recently where I thought ‘at least the cinematography is good, I wonder who the director is?’ and then the credits suddenly rolled and it was just my name in all the roles. I laughed so hard I woke my self up laughing

whoever said all-nighters are exhausting is a liar i'm doing great. i've never felt better in my entire life, the birds are chirping as they welcome me into the gates of morningdom

its 2013 why cant i fuck music

youre so right brother

i think that ghosts can and should decay. i think they should blur and fade, like a tape rewound too many times, or a photograph taken out and unfolded and then refolded again until it's nothing more than a vaguely recognizable smear of what was once a snapshot of time and memory. i think that clinging too tightly to a ghost should only destroy it faster, eroding it away until there's nothing left to hold on to.

photographs are a kind of corpse if you think about it

they warp. they fade. they're eaten away by time and rot until they're unrecognisable. we inter them in mausoleums of albums and frames to preserve them, but this only slows the inevitable process. they're relics of a moment that will never exist again, and in capturing them in an attempt to prolong their memory, we only invite ourselves to witness their decay. a camera is a medium for communing with ghosts.