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"There was inside him, like a flaw in a jewel, not visible on the surface, a fear and anticipation of..."

“There was inside him, like a flaw in a jewel, not visible on the surface, a fear and anticipation of failure that he had never been able to mend.”

- Patricia Highsmith, Strangers on a Train (via merryburningparty)

Leisure Wizard - Exterminating Angel Mix

Leisure Wizard - Exterminating Angel Mix

Image Making

rouzbehrashidi:

When you have zero affinity with the accepted images of sociopolitical or family life and with the entire spectrum of current media trends, you must invent and conjure up the images that you need to project in order to inhabit them. There is no other way!

-Rouzbeh Rashidi

Thanks to Maximilian Le Cain

lottereinigerforever:Robert Bresson various posters

lottereinigerforever:

Robert Bresson various posters

70sscifiart:Wizards

70sscifiart:

Wizards

tracesofthevanished:Out 1 (Jacques Rivette, 1971)

tracesofthevanished:

Out 1 (Jacques Rivette, 1971)

Photo

Fritz Scholder

Fritz Scholder

slavic-mythology:Bolotnik is usually portrayed as a man or as...

slavic-mythology:

Bolotnik is usually portrayed as a man or as an elder man who is covered with dirt, algae and fish scales. In some legends he is said to have long arms and a tail. He would appear to people as a full-bellied, naked man with frog-like arms and buggy eyes. He does not tolerate loud noises so it is always a good practice to stay dead silent when passing through marshes. 

Bolotnik likes to pretend he is a stepping stone in the marshes so that unsuspecting human victims step on his back. That’s when he slips away from their feet and lets the person sink deep into the thick, murky water up to their neck as if pushed into quicksand until they drown. Seeing people in dying agonies spasmodically clutch for help gives him pleasure as the more they struggle, the deeper they sink.

(artwork credit: LynxMB)

“She blinded herself, in short, by pretending for a while that human beings are not divided...

“She blinded herself, in short, by pretending for a while that human beings are not divided into exterminators and exterminatees, with the former, at any given moment, predominating. Will power is useless without a sense of direction. Hers was at such a  low ebb that it no longer gave her the instructions for survival.

It revived, however, without any effort on her part, and within the space of ten minutes on a Tuesday morning at the end of March. The weather was curious, and reminded her of the day she saw the flying heron trying to swallow the eel. While the washing on the lines was blowing to the west with the inshore breeze, the pumping mill on the marshes had caught the land breeze and was turning east. The rooks circled in the warring currents of the air.”

- from The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald