Death Was The Day The Sun Stopped Bleaching The Color Of Your Eyes

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actually the whole world is just a ruse because if you just like listen to a sine wave or something for an hour and slow your breathing a bit you can actually get a peek at what’s really going on behind the veil. there’s no grass there which is sad but the architecture is phenomenal. the temples they build to their higher powers are exquisite and untouched because they don’t have urbex hooligans ruining everything (no youtube either which is a plus). every time i play tears of the kingdom and go to the depths i think about it. devour by lorn is playing from somewhere at all times which is a good thing because it’s a great piece of music. anyways, this place is something out of one of étienne-louis boullée’s wet dreams the way the temples are built. there’s not much to do but wander but as long as u have a good lantern it’s fine. it’s quite melancholy but not in a sad way, just kind of an empty way. but feeling empty isn’t a bad thing because it makes room for creation. oh, to live in a space with discovery instead of confusion and euphoria out of pain.

Computer wiring tunnel inside an abandoned coal power plant, photo by Bryan Buckley [1280x854]

venice, italy shot by me

i'm so terribly in love with her it's insane

INTO THE ABYSS WITH ETHEL CAIN

Virginia Woolf, A Writer’s Diary, August 1921