"A Harlem Scene," viewed from the subway entrance, Spring 1943
11:43 am • 21 August 2014
"I had trouble listening to adults who didn’t really mean anything that they said; it was as if their language poured into my ears only to drain right out a little spigot in the back of my head."
— Reif Larsen, The Selected Works of T. S. Spivet
8:31 pm • 20 August 2014
Inside the Jewish quarter, Bratislava, circa 1935-1938
[via Art Blart]
11:31 am • 20 August 2014
"Stories, like people and butterflies and songbirds’ eggs and human hearts and dreams, are also fragile things, made up of nothing stronger or more lasting than twenty-six letters and a handful of punctuation marks. Or they are words on the air, composed of sounds and ideas-abstract, invisible, gone once they’ve been spoken-and what could be more frail than that? But some stories, small, simple ones about setting out on adventures or people doing wonders, tales of miracles and monsters, have outlasted all the people who told them, and some of them have outlasted the lands in which they were created."
— Neil Gaiman, Fragile Things
4:45 pm • 19 August 2014
After the Double
From Photo Art ‘06: The Best Authors
4:31 pm • 18 August 2014