Victor Nizovtsev ~ 1965
Do not meditate in this spiritual underground.
I want to be a creature that lives in the forest and never has to talk to anyone and I want to sleep on the moss and watch rain drop on the leaves
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Rings by beepy bella, with nail art by @/leslydidthem .
Roberto Ferri: “L’amore, La Morte, e Il Sogno (Love, Death, and the Dream)”, Detail. Oil on Canvas, 2017
I’m crying because when my dad was eighteen he was going to join the airforce and then the night before he had a dream that Jesus slapped him in the face with a gigantic fish and asked him what he was doing and he woke up and thought, “Jesus is right what am I doing?” And that’s why my dad did not join the military.
“Old men still walk from the village to this little meadow, following the track made by endless passing feet, to shelter in the shadow of the oak. If they have always known this tree, the tree has always known them, and their forebears who laid their hands on the very same spot, stroking the trunk with the same caress their gnarled hands now trace, the hand of a child becoming that of an old man, then the hand of a child once more.”
— Jean-Baptiste Del Amo, Animalia (trans. Frank Wynne)