“The real number of victims must be much higher, a nightmare out of 2666. But for future women who will walk this path alone, there is no warning, no awareness of the danger of this stretch, no database, no collective mechanism for action. It took being attacked and surviving to know what to dig for.”

„Is There Fake in Afterlife?” – Apparatus 22 

Orchestre Tout Puissant Marcel Duchamp - A Take Away Show

On repeat.

must-watch: Outside Noise, by Ted Fendt.

“Back in Vienna. I couldn’t sleep again, or fall asleep, or sleep long enough, and not at all as soon as it was light out again. Summer is over, the nights are getting longer, the moon is low, and I feel like a witch when I walk down the street. I wanted to leave the city again.”

When I think of the colour pink I think of carnations, earthworms, anemic-looking plums; I think of the huge rose quartz crystals on my childhood bedroom windowsill; I think of pink moons and Nick Drake’s Pink Moon; I think of hematology and bone marrow biopsies; I think of Pepto-Bismol, pills, the skin under the nail; I think of how the sunrise would have looked to my parents, alone, driving to or back from work at dawn.

Ralf Webb 

(Source: wasafiri.org)

Must read: Rotten Days in Late Summer by Ralf Webb.

"The mind is a golden animal, made of porcelain. It sits in bits and pieces at the bottom."

Ralf Webb (via instagram) about Rotten Days in Late Summer: Inside are poems about grief, care & mourning; mental health & masculinity; work and class; the West Country; love & desire; trees; dogs; dogging; sunflowers; suns; foxes; foxgloves; limbs; self-harm & self-expression; horses & horseshoes; UFOs; sickness & shame; fear & reconciliation; haze; summer; hope.

From "Stone upon stone is a building", by Ștefan Curelici (Romania).