2:27-2:32

You

Sometimes I think about you, especially when it’s late night and I can’t sleep. I catch myself thinking about the myriad of moments we had and how they felt unreal. So unreal I could even try (and perhaps manage) to convince myself they didn’t happen. So unreal that crying won’t feel like anything will change for better or even relieve how worn down I still am.

I can’t help but wonder how things changed so much in such a short period of time. I can’t help but remember you, peacefully paying attention to whatever you were writing on your desk while I would just lie in your bed, watching the sunset shine through the window and grant all the shades of orange to your face, whereas the shadows on the other side would give you a mysterious look. I never understood what was going on in your head, how you behaved the way you did.

I regret many things about last year. I regret not ignoring you since the first time we talked to each other. I regret noticing the smallest features of your face. I regret even expecting you to come to me. But also not hugging you tight enough, because now it feels like you slid down my arms and disappeared. I regret not kissing you that night when you asked for it yourself, because kissing you was everything I ever wanted to do. I regret not being able to convince you to stay next to me, because now all I can do is long for you to come back.

“Stay” is a really powerful word, and you used to say it all the time. I remember you would always ask me to stay a bit longer as if being there until 2am weren’t enough. “Stay” was the last word you said to me before you left, and one of the most remarkable things about what we had (or could’ve had). Is it too late to ask for you to stay? I’m about to burst in sorrow.

I need you here, and I’ve just realized it after all this time.

Roberto Ferri, Recent Paintings.

Masterful recent paintings from Italian artist Roberto Ferri (Previously on Supersonic Art).

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Noisy Paradise

From the Egyptian Book of the Dead - I Knew You Before the World Began

Normandi Ellis -Awakening Osiris; The Egyptian Book of the Dead

No words, just wow…..

Piet Mondrian

He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.

Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian in the World (via booksqouted)

Flying a drone through fireworks

“neon knight” ft. andrés sanjuan by rainer torrado

MAGRITTE

Best music.

Frank Wilbert Stokes

VINCENT

Dies Natalis Solis Invicti, or the Birth of the Unconquered Sun, was a late Roman celebration of the winter solstice and the birthday of the Roman sun god. Belief held that with the return of longer days, light and warmth returned to bless the Empire and the world. The significance of celestial events and message of hope and renewal were embraced by many different faiths as they looked forward to warner, brighter days during the long, cold winter nights.

▲▲In Late Antiquity a cult of Helios Megistos (“Great Helios”) (Sol Invictus) drew to the image of Helios a number of syncretic elements▲▲ Orphic hymn TO THE SUN [HELIOS] The Fumigation from Frankinsence and Manna. Hear golden Titan, whose eternal eye with broad survey, illumines all the sky. Self-born, unwearied in diffusing light, and to all eyes the mirrour of delight: Lord of the seasons, with thy fiery car and leaping coursers, beaming light from far: With thy right hand the source of morning light, and with thy left the father of the night. Agile and vig'rous, venerable Sun, fiery and bright around the heav'ns you run. Foe to the wicked, but the good man’s guide, o'er all his steps propitious you preside: With various founding, golden lyre, ‘tis mine to fill the world with harmony divine. Father of ages, guide of prosp'rous deeds, the world’s commander, borne by lucid steeds, Immortal Jove [Zeus], all-searching, bearing light, source of existence, pure and fiery bright Bearer of fruit, almighty lord of years, agil and warm, whom ev'ry pow'r reveres. Great eye of Nature and the starry skies, doom’d with immortal flames to set and rise Dispensing justice, lover of the stream, the world’s great despot, and o'er all supreme. Faithful defender, and the eye of right, of steeds the ruler, and of life the light: With founding whip four fiery steeds you guide, when in the car of day you glorious ride. Propitious on these mystic labours shine, and bless thy suppliants with a life divine.