BLACK MIRROR
BLACK MIRROR
Death, blood, and wounds..
From the arrival of martyrs and injuries to the Al-Aqsa Martyrs Hospital in Deir al-Balah, due to the intense bombardment on the G4za Strip.
This month's digest newsletter is on it's way to the awesome and terrifyingly fierce subscribers who asked for it.
The rest of you pathetic losers can still read it here:
Featuring political rants and photographs of Devon and a bit about how of the two people sacked this month (Altman, Braverman) only one had come back and taken over the company.
So far.
Doppler (12/5/2015)
It's interesting how places you've photographed have changed. The tree is no longer there and the wall is covered in vines.
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In the delicate dance of exchanged glances, a shared understanding emergedan unspoken acknowledgment of vulnerabilities and strengths.
His laughter resonated, a harmony of two souls finding rhythm in the diverse symphony of our surroundings.
Read this story on Medium:
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In shared dreams and whispered ambitions, our conversation became a launchpad for the desire to soar. His beautiful romantic stories unfolded like wings, lifting us beyond the ordinary.
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December 1st, a day of anticipated reunion. Our paths converged once more, the city backdrop setting the stage for a meeting that echoed the symmetry of fate.
Endherbststimmung
Eine neue Seite in meinem Tagebuch. Ein weiterer digitaler Rckblick auf den vergangenen Monat.
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My monthly spread for December, all ready to go. :daboogie:
I did not know about Schrodinger. (And I did not learn about it from Breitb*rt) Turns out the lecture hall in Dublin (he became a citizen of Ireland) was where he used the cat in the box at talks the hall was named after him in the '90s.
of a of
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The day unfolded like a well-paced dialogue, leaving me intrigued by the intricate verbal choreography that marked this evolving discourse.
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In this uncharted territory, a subtle assurance emerged. His beautiful romantic words provided a sense of refuge, a shared space where our thoughts found common ground.
Its alarming: diary of killed Cop City activist to play role in Georgia lawsuit
Ive been trying cases 40 years, said attorney Stanley Cohen, who is representing one of the 61 defendants. The general policy is if youre making an application for admission of evidence, you do it without it being released first to the public marketplace of ideas.
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A day veiled in resilience. Our eager hearts, beating in tandem, anticipated another meeting. Yet, life's unpredictable currents conspired, keeping us apart on this November 28th.
Learning water-lantern making in the morning at school today ,and put it on the lake at night,I lent the lighter to a couple that speak Thai and they say"thank you"in that form.This made my broken heart got little confidence.
I'd like to staying around the nature and listening relaxing music performed here,especially at night.BUT the mosquitoes at the side of the lake have made me
decide go away as soon as I can.
i am watching a book city - jinbocho.
i bought some books but remembered the book about and am wondering to go back and buy.
i am thinking about exposing myself in the pieces. if i can write, it's easier. so i noticed that i am using words as such otherizing medium.
Thieves of joy at the release of prisoners
One of my first "app" photos (Sepia Camera) 2009 Indiana Dunes.
Katzenbaum
Die beiden Fellteufel in seltener Eintracht
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11/25/2018, Sunday. Marquee Matinee poetry:
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I went back to my to check my past thoughts about
I found this from the 12th of September 2010. I'm now curious to re-watch this documentary.
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"When I first came to Paris we had rented the bachelor apartment of Mr. Hansen, an American who was going away for the summer.
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Trying to tidy up one day, I was cleaning out the shelves and found the very top shelf, in a very dark corner, stacked with French paperbacks. I took them down, examined them, and then realized from the lurid drawings of naked women that I must read them in secret too, and could not leave them lying around the apartment for Joaquin to see, or my mother.
One by one, I read these books, which were completely new to me. I had never read erotic literature in America. These were the novelettes which were sold on the counters by the Seine, on the bookshelves of the famous quays. They overwhelmed me. I was innocent before I read them, but by the time I had read them all, there was nothing I did not know about sexual exploits. Some were well written, others purely informative, and others sensational and unforgettable. I had my degree in erotic lore.
These books affected my vision of Paris, until now a purely literary one. They opened my eyes and my senses, they The Diary of Anas Ninsensitized me so that I became aware of maisons closes, red-light districts, prostitutes on the boulevards, the meaning of drawn curtains in the middle of the afternoon, hotels by the hour, the role of Parisian hairdressers (the great procurers), and the acceptance of the separation between love and pleasure.
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Mr. Hansen's bachelor books were illustrated, in color: some in eighteenth-century style, some in contemporary stThe Diary of Anas Ninyle. I became familiar with boots, whips, garters, black stockings, frilled panties, alcoves, mirrors on the ceilings, peepholes in the walls, and the inexhaustible varieties of erotic experiences."
-- The Diary of AnThe Diary of Anas Ninas Nin, vol. 1
Maybe the right day to properly start Esther Woolfsons Field Notes From a Hidden City.
Mistaking A Shadow For
A quiet memorial. recording of the evening.
A nice orange and dark green colour scheme for this up-coming week. :) Only a few more weeks left of this year! :oof:
"... and he would needs take me to the Dolphin, and give me a glass.of ale and a peck of oysters, he and I."
Hastily written, no doubt, by my friend Sam, and perhaps not intended, but there is true poetry in this grammatical construction. The delayed "he and I" at the end echoing the conviviality of the shared meal, long after the sentence is finished.
*Write angry reply*
Think 20 seconds.
* it*
There is no place for some things.
And I see this place as a
I want no here if possible...
:alceathink:
Falling Tide
recording tonight.
11/21/2018: Art Institute, Ando exhibit.
Verwandtschaftsbesuch
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From journaling guilt to journaling evolution:
Some Novembers from last weekend