Chaotichandle - SANTA.

The wolf moon.

(January 13, 2025)

The Morning Mists (Clyties of the Mist) by Herbert James Draper (1912)

I know you can’t remember how you’ve used to shine.

Is anyone can take this weight of mine?

Edit after Frederic Edwin Church (Late Afternoon Sun Over a Stream) (Smithsonian) (Ed. Lic.: CC BY-NC 3.0)

Much Madness is divinest Sense - To a discerning Eye - Much Sense - the starkest Madness - ’Tis the Majority In this, as all, prevail - Assent - and you are sane - Demur - you’re straightway dangerous - And handled with a Chain -

“Grief does not only need to be felt. It also demands to be defined.”

— anastasiasyah, from “Preface” in A Dictionary of Grief (via anastasiasyah)

“The repressed signifies the preserved: hidden away in the organized tensions of the unconscious, wishes and their memories are ceaselessly struggling to find some way into gratification in the present - desire refuses annihilation.” - Christopher Bollas

Andrei Rublev (1966), dir. Andrei Tarkovsky

Chessboard. 19th century. Credit line: Gift of Gustavus A. Pfeiffer, 1953 https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/201482

“If man were to come to grips with his real nature, if he were to discover his real heritage, he would become so exalted, or else so frightened, that he would find it impossible to go to sleep again. To live would be a perpetual challenge to create. But the very thought of a possible, swift and endless metamorphosis terrifies him. He sleeps now, not comfortably to be sure, but certainly more and more obstinately, in the womb of a creation whose only need of verification is his own awakening.”

— Henry Miller, Sunday After the War