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mishriki:

Inspired by watching 4 Seasons of Prison Break

I am not sure how many of you had the chance to live and/ or work in a work camp, but for me it certainly has been an experience thus far. Work camps are great; they get the job done. You live to work and work to live. They are perhaps the most…

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My life.

My life.

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Awe: not the cute kind, the inspiring one.

Something interesting came up in my English class today. We had just finished watching “Birdy” and were discussing the effects of war on people in general. One thing led to another and we were talking about what it was like to live during the Cold War with the very near possibility of a nuclear holocaust. At the time, people were deciding where they would most like to be if a missile were in flight and aimed at the city’s downtown core. Without the time to reach the countryside, one really has only three options: to be right in the down town core, the edge of the blast radius, or at on the outskirts of town. This got me thinking about where I would rather be, should I be in such a situation.

First of all, I needed to decide whether I wanted to meet death slowly and painfully, or quickly and painlessly. Most people (barring sadomasochists) would chose the quick and painless route. I would too. The next thing I needed to decide was whether I want to be oblivious of my coming demise, or to see it from a distance. This was when I realized that a nuclear blast at a close distance would be a beautiful thing to see. In that split-second before the pressure wave turns your insides into fruit smoothie, there must be an overwhelming sense of awe that overcomes you. I believe that it is in this time period that one truly comes to know and appreciate what it is to live. You can’t really get the same effect with any other kind of death. I’ve come to the conclusion that if I have to die, I’d rather do it as I see a mushroom cloud sprouting in the sky, or on a beach after the tide recedes and as the tsunami rolls in than from a cold as a shrivelled, old man.

Alison Balsom • Astor Piazzolla: Escualo, Tango • 29 plays

Existence

We humans are the most damned of species. Graciously bestowed upon us is the ability to perceive, while implanted in us is the illness that is the lust for understanding; while given sight we are blinded by our senseless thirst for foresight. Cruelly, the same mechanisms by which we feel cause us numbness; that which enables us to experience happiness and joy brings about great sadness and hoplessness.

Much simpler would it be then to live without sentience. A quiescent life in which we observe without questioning. Although our actions would be ruled by impulse alone, that which we experience would be pure and undiluted. No longer would we be plagued by thoughts of our own existence; instead our meager brains would be occupied with processing the raw ecstasy of our primitive, carnal emotions.

But alas I am called to bear the burden of consciousness as were many before me. It is not an easy task, traveling in the dark, but I will persevere. I will exist.

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What just happened?

sub-zero-hero:

So. I got into an argument with my father about my being on the computer waking him up. He told me I had to turn the volume down on a project I was working on because he was going to bed. I told him I had no choice because this project needed to be finished for tomorrow. We loudly exchanged words as to why the other would have to make a sacrifice, and it somehow resulted in me getting a mac desktop computer in my room to myself…

Rich white kid problems. Ruv you
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And we are vagabonds, we travel without seatbelts on

We live this close to death.

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Coconut Records • Nighttiming • 70 plays

Sometimes I wonder, but then I remember.

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vishalrmedia:

LAMBORGHINI NEWPORT BEACH + LP-700 AVENTADOR

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