We fear death, we shudder at life’s instability, we grieve to see the flowers wilt again and again, and the leaves fall, and in our hearts we know that we, too, are transitory and will soon disappear. When artists create pictures and thinkers search for laws and formulate thoughts, it is in order to salvage something from the great dance of death, to make something that lasts longer than we do.
— Hermann Hesse, from Narcissus and Goldmund

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Tiger Tateishi


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John Oliver is a god.

Whilst traveling through the Andes Mountains, we lost our corkscrew. Had to live on food and water for several days.
— W.C. Fields, on human tragedy

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death, at last, is a bore – no more than pulling a shade. we do not die all at once, generally, but piece by piece, little by little. the young die hardest and live hardest and understand nothing. but they are the most generous and the truest and better fit to lead than the cautious wise.
— Charles Bukowski, Portions From A Wine-Stained Notebook

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the terror of nothingness, the horror vacui, is a dark night of the soul that must be avoided at all costs.



it’s been done

Graffiti painted August 13 in Belgrade.
Photo courtesy Andrej Isakovic/AFP.