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Trevor Paglen - They Watch the Moon (2010)
“This photograph depicts a classified ‘listening station’ deep in the forests of West Virginia.
The station is located at the center of the National Radio Quiet Zone, a region of approximately 34,000 square kilometers in West Virginia and parts of Maryland.
Within the Quiet Zone, radio transmissions are severely restricted: omnidirectional and high-powered transmissions (such as wireless internet devices and FM radio stations) are not permitted.
The listening station, which forms part of the global ECHELON system, was designed in part to take advantage of a phenomenon called moonbounce.
Moonbounce involves capturing communications and telemetry signals from around the world as they escape into space, hit the moon, and are reflected back towards Earth.
The photograph is a long exposure under the full moon light.”
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Early Bronze Age,
Human figurine of unfired clay; very crude; probably female.British Museum Collection
pals
(Source: britishmuseum.org)
ingrate
Is it really Boxing Day if you’ve not had a nervous breakdown by 4.30pm and then alienated the one person who patiently tried to suggest a reasonable solution to each of your problems?
I’m in bed.
Meg Mundy (in red hat) and an unidentified model, photographed by John Rawlings for Vogue, 1940
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my boyfriend got punched last night by a stranger when walking home, he came in with one side of his face fully swollen and his eye closing up, and he was drunk and crying that he thought he’d broken his eye socket.
and i acted accordingly and calmed him down and reasoned that we would go to a&e in the morning because we were both too drunk and we did. we waited 2 hours to be seen and i said the right things and looked after him and now he’s ok.
but i didn’t feel anything? he was crying and i just felt blank. i did what was right on the surface but underneath i’m a monster.
i have no empathy
Off For The Sabbot from A Pictorial Compendium of Witchcraft - William Mortenson, 1927
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how can i meet new people
I have isolated myself to the point where I’m obsessively lonely but whenever I have a chance to see someone, even someone I was once close with, I self-sabotage. If someone texts me I don’t reply. In person I spend the whole time unable to make good conversation, unable to enthuse and the whole experience just sends me deeper into introversion.
I’m considering moving home to my mums and ending up in some kind of contemporary Grey Gardens set up, honestly that’s the way I’m heading. I don’t want to work anymore, I don’t want to talk to anyone.