Fugu by Robert Proch.
A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its...– Mark Twain (via kari-shma)
cordeliagable: It was long; as long as the road to dusk, sliced like thick marble, the kind we pressed our lips against when time was out of reach. Too long and not ever extended beyond your shoulder, pieced and knitted with the sky, that day, when you came home to see me reading your ribs while peach cobbler—sufficiently baked and we were young without reference, without appointment. Along...
onpeople: In a future finally sustainable, we were able to create a clock that would tell exactly when humanity would stop harming nature. In the last day, a world party was organized to the countdown. Ten seconds left, a general failure in the subnuclear energy generator created a chain reaction. Five seconds left, this reaction escaped its containment system. When everybody shouted...
fuckyeahpoetry: I came back from the funeral and crawled around the apartment, crying hard, searching for my wife’s hair. For two months got them from the drain, from the vacuum cleaner, under the refrigerator, and off the clothes in the closet. But after other Japanese women came, there was no way to be sure which were hers, and I stopped. A year later, repotting Michiko’s avocado, I find a...
The position of the artist is humble. He is essentially a channel.– Piet Mondrian (via srharts)
Sometimes I do get to places just when God’s ready to have somebody click the...– Ansel Adams (via johnverbruggenfotografie)