The Thing (1982)

Temperatures around 40ºC and the air conditioning decides to break down. Staying in a room means slowly cooking my body in its own juices. Smells like bittersweet spirit. I cut a little piece, tastes like ash, earth and caramel. Definitely a gourmet recipe. And no one close, worthy enough to share this exotic dish of mine. What a tragedy.

— What are you making? — Meat loaf. If that doesn’t get her out of bed, nothing will.

My reading method is quite slow, but always effective. I'm not good at 'turning the page’, I'm more into rereading and analyzing entire paragraphs over and over again until I memorize them. So, even if over time I forget having done the reading in question, most likely its text and ideas are already in my subconscious… and return to me at specific moments. I'm not talking about books only.

Safwan Dahoul

Nick Van Woert: Disappear (2012) medium: fiberglass

Bubble Nebula and the Star Cluster

The Princess Bride (1987) dir. Rob Reiner

By Outrunyouth

Ibuprofen for menstrual cramps? Nah. Paracetamol? Nah. Better feel the energy of your pelvic cavity shaking your entire body; nerves, veins, and muscles contract as uterine contents slowly gush out… like volcanic lava, like sap from a wounded tree. Like, fuckyeah, you actually have a functional uterus, bitch! Can you feel it? It's the cry of nature in your little cocoon, light and blood are converging invincibly, can you feel it? FEEL IT!

Pandemonium by Kim Jakobsson.

I'm like a cenobite if they were exploring the further regions of hanging out and chilling

Under the Tuscan Sun (2003) by Audrey Wells

Book title: Collected Poems (1991) by Czeslaw Milosz