Id Imagine The Whole World Was One Big Machine. Machines Never Come With Any Extra Parts, You Know. They

“I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.”

— - Hugo (2011)

Auto-follow, Kevin Krautgartner

Moderna Museet Malmö, Hilma af Klint

L'Héautontimorouménos

"I shall strike you without anger

And without hate, like a butcher,

As Moses struck the rock!

And from your eyelids I shall make

The waters of suffering gush forth

To inundate my Sahara.

My desire swollen with hope

Will float upon your salty tears

Like a vessel which puts to sea,

And in my heart that they'll make drunk

Your beloved sobs will resound

Like a drum beating the charge!

Am I not a discord

In the heavenly symphony,

Thanks to voracious Irony

Who shakes me and who bites me?

She's in my voice, the termagant!

All my blood is her black poison!

I am the sinister mirror

In which the vixen looks.

I am the wound and the dagger!

I am the blow and the cheek!

I am the members and the wheel,

Victim and executioner!

I'm the vampire of my own heart

— One of those utter derelicts

Condemned to eternal laughter,

But who can no longer smile!"

Charles Baudelaire, "Fleurs du Mal", 1868

Tamara de Lempicka (May 16, 1898 - March 18, 1980)

The Pink Shirt (1927) 

Still Life with Lilies and Grey Drape (1941) 

“What’s going on, Murph?”