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It’s Friday the 13th… in the 27th century. Rabbit was looking forward to her last summer as a counselor at Camp Washington, despite the recent scandal that almost shut the camp down. She and her friends were supposed to spend the summer enjoying Earth’s wilderness before they return to the Moon for college. But when counselors start dropping dead, Rabbit realizes she’ll be lucky if she leaves Earth alive.
Every middle class family of starlings and robins is down at the creek with their subadult offspring like its the last weekend with the kids before they go off to college. In other news local Pervert arrested at local creek for watching juvenile birds bathe
This picture of Speechless Grey Horse makes it so much more unsettling it really makes you feel the scale of it. Imagining seeing it in your living room when you turn a corner suddenly. A horse is a large animal. Up close. Crouch down beside it, its just there on your floor and its bound. Realer, just remembering its an existing thing. Berlinde De Bruyckeres other works also feature horseskin and evoke a similar, like, shame. Feelings of pity but also an unavoidable fear, because these are giant, mishhapen animals. And its a bit shameful to be looking at it, like the inherent respect we hold for the horse makes it feel a bit wrong to be seeing it like this. And you can only imagine how it feels to walk into that gallery and see it face to face. And then you remember that other sculptures exist and you should be doing this with all sculptueres and paintinfs you come across online, Look into the scale, imagine yourself beside it. Imagine it appearing. You never know what youre getting into when you go to a gallery
My dad used to drive us around all the steel mills and refineries outside of Gary and Chicago when we were little. I have loved them ever since. I feel the same bliss as when I look at a beautiful castle.
I had a dream last night i ate wild raspberries off a dead and twisted shrub and someone was like “those aren’t raspberries. you shouldn’t have eaten them” and that was when I realized the nodes of the berries were too large and easy to break apart and raspberries don’t survive the winter on dead plants and i was like well i guess I’ll sit here and see if i die or not
