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Outlawz after a Karl Kani photoshoot. 

The Starry Night (1889) by Vincent van Gogh. Oil on canvas.

Currently on display at the Museum of Modern Art in New York City.

what i read in october 2021:

(previous editions) bold = favourite

class & race

the grief of victoria’s covid-19 pandemic is not being shared equally (australia)

‘people shunned me like hot lava’: the runner who raised his fist and risked his life (usa)

the flood that drowned american dreams

behind squid game is a real debt crisis shaking south korea

his name was emmett till (usa)

gender & sexuality

for some, being a tradwife is about more time with family. for others, it’s a dangerous far-right ideology

‘i’m just trying to survive’: a gay man’s terror while hiding from the taliban (afghanistan)

beijing’s crackdown on 'sissy’ men could lead to a rise in gender-based violence, experts warn (china)

why is the idea of ‘gender’ provoking backlash the world over?

gay in south korea: 'she said i don’t need a son like you’

silent spouse abuse – how coercive control is at the heart of family violence

politics, environment, & covid

dead white man’s clothes (ghana)

why hasn’t covax, the global covid-19 vaccine programme, worked out as promised?

‘our opinion was never valued’: wilcannia speaks out (australia)

in samoa we are born into land, climate change threatens to take it away from us

the cartels that capture, extort and torture migrants (mexico)

cities worldwide aren’t adapting to climate change quickly enough

history, culture, & media

my nigeria: five writers and artists reflect on the place they call home

being persian

the allure of the nap dress, the look of gussied-up oblivion

built on the bodies of slaves: how africa was erased from the history of the modern world

how a massacre of algerians in paris was covered up

facebook changes its name to ‘meta’ but not its path to track our data

Hōkan Miroku (Maitreya)Nyorai - bodhisattva/Buddha of the Future, 

Early 7th century, red pine Wood, 84.2 cm, Koryu-ji Temple, Kyoto, Japan National Treasure.

The reality of adventures

One Piece behind the scenes :)))

Chap 321

Hassan Tabrizi

chopper…your jaw………

There Is An Angel Who Sits Upon My Shoulder Who Goes By The Name Of Death

Preface: For the last day of mental health month, I wanted to share something I wrote that deals with some rather dark struggles. Struggles that I know others face as well. Struggles that I hope might be eased for just one person who reads this, even if only in the smallest way.

There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death, And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath As he whispers to me relentlessly, deftly using my soul’s own Shibboleth.

He is my phantasmagorical companion from which there has thus far been no escape, One who has no single voice nor form yet is somehow always horrific in his shape When my mind’s eye sees him lying in the darkest shadows of my brain's path-illogical landscape.

For while it may be hidden, we are locked in eternal battle, one to which we both are bound, And though the clashes rage on deep within, the fighting furious and yet without a sound, The hardest part is not the fighting, it is the feeling that there will never be any respite to be found.

This war is one without casualties but still with victims–its battles waged within the mind– But even having entreated aid from all my demons with any values I could trade in kind, I have yet to even dream of any type of peace accords to which we would both agree to bind.

But what I have paid in pain to learn in this seemingly Sisyphean struggle is that one cannot sit idly by, That every new assault of his is but an opportunity for me to learn new tactics that I can in future then apply. Thus I have vowed: Whatever new mental munitions he has in store for me, nor what deadly schemes I must yet defy– Though I know, like you, I too will one day meet my end, it shall be he who will be the first to die.

-- @thoughtsfromb4