Les encastrés, 2005 by Agnès Geoffray
"Suffering is by no means a privilege, a sign of nobility, a reminder of God. Suffering is a fierce, bestial thing, commonplace, uncalled for. It is intangible; no one can grasp it or fight against it; it dwells in time—it is the same thing as time."
Cesare Pavese, Diary entry (October 30, 1940)

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Knysna, South Africa
National Geographic | April 1969
How To Talk To Babies About Marxist Theory
  • BABY: [builds tower with blocks]
  • ME: ok this is very good
  • under capitalism massive building projects are constructed through wage slavery
  • and through their sheer size and scale intimidate and pacify the masses
  • so this is a great comment
  • BABY: [knocks over tower]
  • ME: that’s right

Scrambled up Mt Herman last night to catch the full moon rising over Mt Shuksan.  Heckuva way to spend an evening.
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"Look around you — the clear sky, the pure air, the tender grass, the birds; nature is beautiful and sinless, and we, only we, are foolish and we don’t understand that life is heaven, for we have only to understand that and it will at once be fulfilled in all its beauty, we shall embrace each other and weep."
Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via neuriot)

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"In 1979, when the minimum wage was $2.90, a hard-working student with a minimum-wage job could earn enough in one day (8.44 hours) to pay for one academic credit hour. If a standard course load for one semester consisted of maybe 12 credit hours, the semester’s tuition could be covered by just over two weeks of full-time minimum wage work—or a month of part-time work. A summer spent scooping ice cream or flipping burgers could pay for an MSU education. The cost of an MSU credit hour has multiplied since 1979. So has the federal minimum wage. But today, it takes 60 hours of minimum-wage work to pay off a single credit hour, which was priced at $428.75 for the fall semester."

my bed is holding me softly
me and my tired legs and im missing
missing my
missing a dark and soft eyed girl

"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close."
Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets (via neuriot)

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GRENADA, St. George 1979 by Alex Webb


Rescue Song | Mr. Little Jeans

i am the heat in an empty room
the cold coming through the walls

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Hungary 1980,Guy Le Querrec