We are a series of transparencies, which begin as material beings
and disappear into the world of the immaterial.
the moving image of our selves is thus
our most profound and poetic truth,
for its existence is evidence not of our existence,
but of our end.
The projected photographic image does not
furnish evidence of the thing it represents
rather its importance is derived in its opposite or paradoxal state.
Ann Demeulemeester - The End
im going thru the category: list of rare diseases/mental disorders on Wikipedia and just diagnosed myself with the 4th one and it’s only the first column out of a few so i think it’s time to call it a very late part of the night syndrome already
I may be considered a sad and unsettled blogger, expropriating other people’s aesthetics, but at least i don’t reblog an excessive amount of unfunny memes or any gross over-saturated with violence porn stills all day