K: What do you hear?
L: The key. The key to break the code.
And I am more than this frame,
I feel hurt and I feel shame
I just wish you would feel the same
And I am more than these bones
I feel love, I feel alone
I just wish you would come home
Tony Ward Fall-Winter 2014
There’s so much going on in the idea of a castle.
A castle has so many definitions - a home, an administrative center, an architectural work of art, an enormous building dominating the skyline, a symbol of politcal power and wealth that can change hands, be conquered, be claimed with flags, a refuge in times of danger, something to be protected and something that actively protects by its very nature.
But a castle is a weapon before it is anything, it’s a static monolith of a weapon, made out of traps. The way the great stones are fit together make weapons out of the stones. Inside this enormous weapon are deep wells of clean water and places to store food, making it a self-nourishing and self-sustaining entity that can survive for years in times of struggle.
The architects do not make a door to a castle without machicolations to drop hot sand on enemies who may not enter, without a drawbridge that can be completely removed. They do not create windows without knowing those near the ground must only be small slits, only enough room for arrows. It is built with the knowledge that it will one day be under attack. It’s primary purpose is to survive assault.
I keep having strange dreams about castles as analogues to women’s bodies. Built with the idea that she will endure assault, that armies will one day camp outside and try to starve her into submission, will try to bring down her walls. That she will be a weapon-home to a family she will feed on deep stores, protect with her body.
I keep having dreams of a giant woman-castle supine in a green field, her outer edges of skin a great curtain wall, crowned with crenelations from head to fingers and toes. Built on a high hill, filled with life, she need only exist to challenge and enrage. Don’t come near her with weapons. She is a weapon, and her stone body will kill you without moving.
slightly older female friends are truly a force for good in this world
most private thing im willing to admit: im not good at estimating how much pasta is enough for one person
there’s a tool for that
I’m sorry, does that scale progress from a child to a HORSE?
It’s the serving size for “I’m so hungry I could eat a horse”
So is the first one for “I’m just hungry enough to eat a child”?
Making subsequent entries no less disturbing.
I REALLY LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS
A bright meteor streaks across the sky over Mount Bromo in Indonesia, one day before the Eta Aquarid meteor shower, which is caused by Halley’s Comet. The picture has been shortlisted in the Astronomy Photographer of the Year competition.
Read more: http://bit.ly/1vE3Hbx via Smithsonian Magazine
Image: Justin Ng
Former laser physicist turned artist, Tom Beddard, has created these incredible fractal models. They are ‘truly fractal’, because you can see more and more detail, the closer you peer down onto the surface.
Read more: bit.ly/1iLThX4