𝘈 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥-𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯

“I found myself, in truth, on the brink of the valley of the sad abyss that gathers the thunder of an infinite howling. It was so dark, and deep, and clouded, that I could see nothing by staring into its depths.”

Dante, Inferno.

From Omnia Andreae Alciati V.C. Emblemata, 1577.

Here are all the vintage bats we’ve so far encountered.

It was as if something was perpetually tugging her downward, toward the underworld, the mess, the dirt, and the filth, as if she was unable to feel disgust when others did and was overwhelmed by fascination instead.

Ia Genburg, The Details, tr. Kira Josefsson

The Wild Hunt of Odin by Peter Nicolai Arbo

“I am the forest, I am ancient. I treasure the stag, I treasure the deer. I shelter you from storm, I shelter you from snow. I resist the frost, I keep the source. I nurse the earth, I am always there. I build your house, I kindle your hearth. Therefore, you people, hold me dear.”

— Inscription found in a 17th century forester’s house in Lower Saxony, Germany (via inatt)

The Cloisters Museum, NYC

Walpurgis Night, Constantin Nepo, 1864

‘A sleepless Night’ by Babs Webb