,.. Way Out.

No one ever helped you to escape. You, like a termite, built your peace by blocking up with cement every chink and cranny through which the light might pierce. You rolled yourself up into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, in the stifling conventions of provincial life, raising a modest rampart against the winds and the tides and the stars. You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems, having trouble enough to forget your own fate as a man. You are not the dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken…
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

,.. Way Out.

No one ever helped you to escape. You, like a termite, built your peace by blocking up with cement every chink and cranny through which the light might pierce. You rolled yourself up into a ball in your genteel security, in routine, in the stifling conventions of provincial life, raising a modest rampart against the winds and the tides and the stars. You have chosen not to be perturbed by great problems, having trouble enough to forget your own fate as a man. You are not the dweller upon an errant planet and do not ask yourself questions to which there are no answers. Nobody grasped you by the shoulder while there was still time. Now the clay of which you were shaped has dried and hardened, and naught in you will ever awaken…
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

…., sand and stars

…., sand and stars

…., sand and stars

…., sand and stars

squeezebox shadows

she drank in the sunshine like a thirsty sponge - it warmed her skin… spring… finally … had arrived. days where the grass could tickle her feet and the sun kiss her shoulders… the dark days of winter would pass. ah… this balanced symphony of notes suspended on a line… a push and pull of dark and light … dancing … making sounds… as the world continued to spin… and here she was… still.

squeezebox shadows

she drank in the sunshine like a thirsty sponge - it warmed her skin… spring… finally … had arrived. days where the grass could tickle her feet and the sun kiss her shoulders… the dark days of winter would pass. ah… this balanced symphony of notes suspended on a line… a push and pull of dark and light … dancing … making sounds… as the world continued to spin… and here she was… still.

Dream Threader

Scratch my insides out,
Set my spirit free…
Take me from this prison,
Let the architect reign in me..
Ride the rippled waves,
Of these corrugated dreams…
Riddles of realities…
Dissolving at the seams…
Tell me of this echo,
I’ve heard it once before
Of imagined callings …
Crashing upon the shore.
Speak to me of truth…
Or nothing, 
No more.

Image + words by G @the_mnemonics
#the_mnemonics

Dream Threader

Scratch my insides out,
Set my spirit free…
Take me from this prison,
Let the architect reign in me..
Ride the rippled waves,
Of these corrugated dreams…
Riddles of realities…
Dissolving at the seams…
Tell me of this echo,
I’ve heard it once before
Of imagined callings …
Crashing upon the shore.
Speak to me of truth…
Or nothing,
No more.

Image + words by G @the_mnemonics
#the_mnemonics

__toilet humour

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__toilet humour

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The conversation.
Im tired of seeing the same old thing around here.
Me too.
You’d think in order to be anyone or get people to notice you’d have to take your clothes off …
Yeah its such bullshit.
…some people call that art.
I know.
Whats the difference?
Depends which filter you use.
What if you use no filter?
I think then its just called nudity.
Which do you prefer?
i’d prefer clothes.
Ha ha ha
By the way don’t you need a quote for your next image if people are going to like you?
Quotes are so yesterday. This is my quote.
You’re such a rebel.
No im just honest.

The conversation.
Im tired of seeing the same old thing around here.
Me too.
You’d think in order to be anyone or get people to notice you’d have to take your clothes off …
Yeah its such bullshit.
…some people call that art.
I know.
Whats the difference?
Depends which filter you use.
What if you use no filter?
I think then its just called nudity.
Which do you prefer?
i’d prefer clothes.
Ha ha ha
By the way don’t you need a quote for your next image if people are going to like you?
Quotes are so yesterday. This is my quote.
You’re such a rebel.
No im just honest.

__ hyperreal

__ hyperreal

_underscore

_underscore

WWW.

Our retinas and brains have been wired by a hundred million years of evolution to find outlines in a visually complex landscape.

Seth Shostak

WWW.

Our retinas and brains have been wired by a hundred million years of evolution to find outlines in a visually complex landscape.

Seth Shostak