more subletty…
subletty
After WWII the Allied Forces would force German civilians, often at gunpoint, to visit mass graves.
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“I was to see that sight again, but once was enough. Flames were coming from a human being; his body was slowly withering and shriveling up, his head blackening and charring. In the air was the smell of burning human flesh; human beings burn surprisingly quickly. Behind me I could hear the sobbing of the Vietnamese who were now gathering. I was too shocked to cry, too confused to take notes or ask questions, too bewildered to even think… As he burned he never moved a muscle, never uttered a sound, his outward composure in sharp contrast to the wailing people around him.”
- David Halberstam
Great pic. Lots of symbolism and, in many ways, representative of the basic thing most people are truly pursuing.
hand in hand .. He leads her… thru the storms
zets:
(via ella9)
I wanted her
I wanted her
But she doesn’t like the
life that I lead Doesn’t
like the life that I lead. Doesn’t
like sand stuck on her feet. or
sitting around smoking weed,
I must seem more like a friend
in need.
And I boast that it is meant
to be, but in all honesty,
I don’t have a hope in hell,
I’m happy just to watch her
move. And in all honesty, I
don’t have a hope in hell, I’m
happy just to watch her move.
And she doesn’t like the
friends that I make, doesn’t
make friends for friendship’s
sake. she just gets bored sitting
by the lake, her soul won’t
surface and her
heart won’t ache.
And I boast that it is meant to
be, but in all honesty, I don’t
have a hope in hell, I’m happy
just to watch her move.
And I thought they could
cure his disease, but in all
honesty, he didn’t have a
hope in hell, now we’ll
never see him move.
I love your eyes when you look away
Thinking somewhere else of what ought to be
When they’re suddenly blue for a moment of time
Then the colour goes when you look at me
I love your hands as a part of you
As they write a word just by staying still
When you talk they move, painting what you say
So i understand more than words can tell
I love your hair in the dark it’s soft
In the light it moves, red and green are brown
All the time it takes for a night to pass
And a lifetime grows as the day comes down
I love you now as you don’t love me
I can’t let you know you’re too far away
But i wonder now just what did you see
When you looked at me in that loveless way
- Vashti Bunyan
¡cada día yo te quiero más!
“If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn’t part of ourselves doesn’t disturb us.” Herman Hesse, Demian (1925)
Arizona and New Mexico. Summer 2009.
Solyaris Andrei Tarkovsky (1972)
