dreaminganddoubting: “A god steps down from the mountain. He walks through the dark forest. There are wild beasts everywhere in the silent darkness. It must be real. I’m not dreaming. I’m telling the truth. Now I’m in one world, now in the other. I can’t stop it.” — Ingmar Bergman, Through a Glass Darkly (1961)

pomegranateandivy: phoebusapollon: pomegranateandivy: Let’s talk local cultus, liminal spaces, and gateways to the underworld.  The above photos are of Darwin Falls, in the California side of Death Valley. Springs, lakes, caves, naturally occurring wells, and the like have been written about as gateways to the underworld before; so it’s not super surprising to me thatContinue reading

witchpieceoftoast: prokopetz: unsurpassedtravesty: prokopetz: Some of my favourite urban sights: Bricked-up windows Upper-storey doorways that open into empty space Staircases that lead nowhere Clean, working, fully stocked vending machines in obscure and inaccessible places Detailed graffiti on surfaces with no obvious spot for the artist to stand, like the underside of a high bridge, orContinue reading

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