[David Shrigley]
and finally i am no one.
there are only references.
and all those visuals.
bon appetit.
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Cachée dans la forêt is my main blog now, and a place to find the things I make and my photos. Click on the image to visit me there:
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she shot me.
![[The New Yorker, via nevver.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/cd47be45fef4fe86ce04c7ac86b3b1e7/tumblr_mntvkibruz1qz6f9yo1_500.jpg)
[The New Yorker, via nevver.]
…Every morning early the town trembles from the passing carts. They come from everywhere, loaded with niter, ears of corn, and fodder. The wheels creak and groan until the windows rattle and wake the people inside. That’s also the hour when the ovens are opened and you can smell the new-baked bread. Suddenly it will thunder. And rain. Maybe spring’s on its way. You’ll get used to the “suddenlys” there, my son.
Empty carts, churning the silence of the streets. Fading into the dark road of night. And shadows. The echo of shadows.
I thought of leaving. Up the hill I could sense the track I had followed when I came, like an open wound through the blackness of the mountains.
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jimmychenchen: seems like movies are pretty extreme, like people die or almost die in...
seems like movies are pretty extreme, like people die or almost die in these really dramatic over-the-top ways and the cinematographer or director’s gotta be all “hey let’s put the camera right next to their face so it’s like the audience is right there” and i’m like “duh okay i get it, you…
[cause he’s a creep, he’s a weirdo.]
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In 1919, Victor Tausk, a disciple of Sigmund Freud, committed suicide by simultaneously hanging and shooting himself. “I have no melancholy,” he wrote in his suicide note, which was addressed to Freud. “My suicide is the healthiest, most decent deed of my unsuccessful life.” His essay, “On the origin of the ‘Influencing Machine’ in Schizophrenia,” which has since become a classic in psychiatric literature, had just been published.
In the article, Tausk described the elaborate mechanical devices that paranoid schizophrenics invent in their imaginations to explain away their mental disintegration. As the boundaries between the schizophrenic’s mind and the world break down, they often feel themselves persecuted by “machines of a mystical nature,” which supposedly work by means of radio-waves, telepathy, x-rays, invisible wires, or other mysterious forces. The machines are believed to be operated by enemies as instruments of torture and mind-control, and the operators are thought to be able to implant and remove ideas and feelings, and inflict pain, from a distance.
Influencing Machines are described by their troubled inventors as complex structures, constructed of “boxes, cranks, levers, wheels, buttons, wires, batteries and the like.” Sometimes these devices are thought to be their doubles, unconscious projections of their fragmented bodily experience. Patients will typically invoke all the powers known to technology to explain their obscure workings. Nevertheless, they always transcend attempts at giving a coherent account of their function: “All the discoveries of mankind,” Tausk asserts, “are regarded as inadequate to explain the marvelous powers of this machine.”
(Source: The Near Sighted Monkey)
![[The mirror, by Will Barnet, 1981.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/5be253121a8b7a95ee5068d7fcd53d0f/tumblr_mfmri2lMRn1qzimr0o1_500.jpg)
[The mirror, by Will Barnet, 1981.]
(Source: themagiclantern)
It was neither possible nor necessary to educate people who never questioned anything.
![[Broship’d Bilbo by Noelle Stevenson.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/5869b84ac313c6ba5d2306744caf62bb/tumblr_mf1g9pAvQc1qeqx7ko1_500.png)
[Broship’d Bilbo by Noelle Stevenson.]
I have a theory that the truth is never told during the nine-to-five hours.
![[OK, via nevver.]](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me9bdp8zlJ1qh34nbo1_500.jpg)
![[from Silhouettes from Popular Culture by Olly Moss.]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_me66dxAQ2E1qa2no5o1_500.jpg)
[from Silhouettes from Popular Culture by Olly Moss.]
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![[Death Of A Cyborg by Shorra (based on Premier Deuil by Bouguereau), via Empty Kingdom.]](http://www.emptykingdom.com/main/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/death_of_a_cyborg_by_shorra-d35io35.jpg)
[Death Of A Cyborg by Shorra (based on Premier Deuil by Bouguereau), via Empty Kingdom.]
The thing about this bookshelf is that each of these books is a vast experience unto itself, while also being both self-contained and superbly useless. Reading any one of them doesn’t get you anywhere particularly meaningful; you haven’t arrived or graduated; you’ve just gone and done something that passes the time. It’s like taking a long walk with a friend who’s got a lot to say. There’s no cumulative purpose to it — it’s just an excellent way to waste your life.
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I’d not only get in the cab,” he says, “but I’d take the taxi driver out of the car, hostage. The taxi, jump out while it was moving, jump onto a pedal bike that was just past the door as I got on it, and then get onto a plane — on the wing — land on top of Sony Studios, slide through the air conditioning, and land in the office.
