It’s gonna get a lot worse before it gets any better.
Look, a lot of things speak to man’s inhumanity to man, but sometimes things get particularly acute
This is practically a Rothko.
Fuck it; get rid of Section 230.
Here are some pictures of things of which I am always taking pictures.
Your father just reading the ever-loving SHIT out of that Dante.
The other day I spaced out and ended up near work a bit early the other day, so I wandered around and took pictures. In direct contravention of my usual position on these things, they were mostly horizontal.
People say that depressives respond better to times of great trouble, given that they always feel bad. While I want to reassure you that this is absolutely false, I have been looking at all of this collapse in a fairly abstracted way. I guess I have been focusing on the scope of the injustice, and the degree to which it would be so much better if we had managed to be only slightly less venal as a society. With these things as a focus, the moment of crisis isn’t so traumatic. I’ve been sneering at people who say I’ve been too pessimistic about this outcome for 20 years*.
*(I know that this arc has been going on for a long time before W’s election, but I think that there was a possibility for other — and perhaps even less horrible — results before then. I also know that “outcome” is a little specious here.)
One crow or a whole murder: usually fine.
Pairs of crows: always deeply suspicious.
Animals staring into the distance. . .
The pensive prince of dirt.
Sort of unrelated, I guess.
Time (I took this one week ago.)
Here, by contrast, is something proceeding.
I have observed some bodies of water.
I know I said that I was going to put non-MITM pics here, but I felt like my production/consumption ratio was off on IG, so everything is here now.
I am a bit encouraged by the fact that while I reach “sterile promontory” more or less constantly, I never quite get to “pestilent congregation of vapors.”
Starting with the obvious
I can’t tell these two images apart.
Raised bed, get it?
Some good yard-cats I have seen.
Boxes I have known.
Is this. . . steampunk?
I’ve long-since run out of things to say.