Candid of the guy who runs this blog feeding cats to persuade them to be in his weekly photoshoots
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"you faced the monsters of the deep and they turned out to be angels." - Craig Foster, Underwater Wild
I keep remembering a run of Hamlet I saw a few years ago, where the Ghost was costumed in full plate armour which was very noisy, and instead of muffling it, they had him crash across the stage, stomping so the whole set rattled, and he said all of his lines in a bellow, like he was furious with Hamlet.
And the thing that made it absolutely terrifying was that Hamlet was the only one who reacted. He was cowering, and covering his ears with both hands, and yelling to be heard over the noise.
And no one else seemed to know why he was doing that. The other actors didn't even raise their voices.
That's scary, something so loud and painful, and REAL, and the people around you don't even notice it, and think that you're the crazy one.
i wrote a twin cinema poem about two gay soldiers in wwi
context: the two sides, read separately, are the two soldiers thinking about their futures with each other. when read together, it's a reflection of their final thoughts when they die together struck by bullets <3
since the birth of man, probably a trillion little tragedies
but this one means a little bit more to me
Pine River, Wisconsin
built in 1860
Outlines of two alligators that slept through the rain.