touch is a primal language, like thought, or pain. we learn it before we can walk - being held by our parents, shoved by other children, licked by friendly animals. it is our first interface into the world around us, our first way to communicate.
old english word of the day: wordhord, a word-hoard, store of words
Summer Milky Way at The Pinnacles Desert, Western Australia
Nikon d5500 - 50mm - ISO 3200 - f/2.8 - Foreground: 6 x 10 seconds - Sky: 35 x 30 seconds - iOptron SkyTracker - Hoya Red Intensifier filter
Medusa in culture
(Medusa c. 1618 Peter Paul Rubens, Medusa: Solving the Mystery of the Gorgon - Stephen Wilk, Medusa On Her Throne Reza Sedhi, Female Rage: Unlocking Its Secrets, Claiming Its Power - Mary Valentis and Anne Devane, Medusa c. 1640 Gian Lorenzo Bernini, The Laugh of the Medusa - Helene Cixous, Medusa Robin Isley)
daisy may have lost like 90% of her muscle mass in the buried but she can still do this
“Wilson’s theory supposed that the sun is composed of a solid, dark globe surrounded by three atmospheres.” The story of the stars. A descriptive astronomy. 1884. Internet archive
Poem by James Schuyler (transcript under the cut)
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do I exist in your mouth? and in your hands when you rest your head in them?