delight

New layout. I like this better.















Communist upbringing breeds distrust? Maybe.
I think I'm going to lie about my ethnic background for a while. This week I'll be French Egyptian.

don't kick robots

Thank you Andy.

Gems

Amazing what an empire can mean, the effort and time put into creating power's most ultimate wish. And yet she, those who all had doubted, had created it with her own hands, she could have mixed the mortar herself. How dazzling her empire looked against the night sky, no stars shown, they weren't brilliant enough, only gems, gems hanging on strings tied to the robes of the gods, as they encircled the world she had built.
And for her soul she traded her tired old orbs for the same gems in the night sky, her new eyes saw as clearly as they shone as diamonds. But as she grew older, demons began to creep, demons she knew were always there waiting but were never close enough to be seen. These demons had gained confidence, more confidence than blazing diamond eyes would ever want to accept.
They crept along her peripherals, and so wide would her polished orbs go as those demons scattered away. Every day they became bolder, an inching blackness encroaching upon her crystalline sight. Blood began to drip down upon her gems as she tried scraping them off her face, but they were now as hers as her soul used to be.
As time passed she knew nothing now but to sit on her thrown, staring forward, looking at nothing, because nothing was all her gems could perceive. Beautiful milky diamonds that sparkled at every glimmer of light were like nothing but the dark side of the moon to her. She desperately craved to see the other side of the moon again.
She knew now what her choice would be, which would weigh heavy upon all in the world she had built. Tugging at her gem eyes she cut the cords attaching them to her, that sustained them life like a baby to its mother. In her hands they shone, unseen to her, but no longer could her dignity take shining them to the world and she unaware. Every gem in the sky was falling that night, all gods had cut their cords as their gift to her was shunned, they too would shun their luminescent nights that protected her empire. All fell to darkness, no more light, no more gems, no more power, no more.

an aesthetic concoction of meaninglessness

landscapes alight

Were these made for me? Because I secretly believe they were. I am obsessed with a few certain things: water and aquatic life, landscapes, and light. I couldn't quite get all three in these photos, but two out of three is amazing enough for me. In so many of my dreams and stories there has always been that element of light in dark natural secluded places, seeing these photos gives me physical proof that someone else shares that dream apparently.











www.barryunderwood.com

It's natural to love light, especially small lights in those dark places we strain to see and understand. To our ancestors those lights meant heat, food, which could lead to love and life, those lights meant everything. Those lights still mean safety and a future to us, because we light them in all the dark places we can.

YES!

my favorite shape

I've come to realize what my favorite shape is, and unfortunately it doesn't have a name, that I know of anyway. This shape appears on many appealing things; its very surprising this shape doesn't have its own name. And this is quite a versatile shape, just as good upside down as it is right side up.
This is what is looks like:


And of course, upside down:


Now I know you've seen this shape before, I'll give you a bit of a reminder of where you may have spotted it, and maybe you'll grow to appreciate it as much as I do.