“I go about here. I don’t get tired of it. I never should—it suits me so. I adore the place. …I don’t want in the least to give it up.”
“…Should you positively like to live here?”
“I think I should like,” said poor Milly after an instant, “to die here.”
"You have no idea how excited this makes me. No idea.
Also, how excited I am to be able to combine the tags for this post. Seriously.
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This is my life.
Paul Rumsey, Library Head, 1999, 75x55cm
I like the hexagons and books. But the labyrinthine brain nature of it and the black & white / fading into the distance freaks me out.
“19th century coal miners would traditionally take canarys in cages down into the mine with them. The birds would act as an early warning system for carbon monoxide gas. When the canary stopped singing the miner would know that he had to escape the chamber he was in.”
“This particular yellow canary was obviously a favoured pet as well as a working bird. Inscribed with the legend : ‘In Memory of Little Joe. Died November 3rd 1875. Aged 3 Years’”
Little Joe.
Serengeti, Tanzania, Africa
© Amnon Eichelberg on National Geographic
I can’t really find the words to describe how stunning this photo is for me.
gregg chadwick
Reminds me of Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle.
mario hugo
I have no idea what or why this is. But it makes me giggle, and that is all I need.
