MILITARY - SCIENCE - CONSUMER

Well done. Here come the test results: You are a horrible person. I’m serious, that’s what it says: A horrible person. We weren’t even testing for that.

Been waiting six hundred years for this.

One man goes into the waters of baptism. A different man comes out, born again. But who is that man who lies submerged? Perhaps that swimmer is both sinner and saint until he is revealed onto the eyes of man.

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Jeremy Sorell

Dishonored 2 - Delilah’s Childhood

I am Andrew Ryan, and I’m here to ask you a question. Is a man not entitled to the sweat of his brow? “No,” says the man in Washington, “it belongs to the poor.” “No,” says the man in the Vatican, “it belongs to God.” “No,” says the man in Moscow, “it belongs to everyone.” I rejected those answers; instead, I chose something different. I chose the impossible. I chose… Rapture. A city where the artist would not fear the censor; where the scientist would not be bound by petty morality; where the great would not be constrained by the small! And with the sweat of your brow, Rapture can become your city as well.

I hate you so much.

Syd Mead: U.S. Steel Interface - a portfolio of probabilities, 1969

1950s Space Age LPs

Some cosmic art of the 1950s, which is always so streamlined, unique & beautiful.