"The world outside, you're not a part of it yet"
"Moon covered determined to find, to find my place of hiding"
"If heaven is on the way, we'll wrap the world around it"
~ Saturday, November 30 ~
~ Friday, November 29 ~
You can say “Bitch” on national television but you can’t say “Shit” because in our society it’s more acceptable to degrade women than poop.
~ Monday, November 25 ~
Ti dico solo
cibati di vita fin quando è vera
anche se non vuol dire che sia reale.
L’arte di vivere, consiste nell’abituarsi a fare ogni porcata senza guastare la nostra sistemazione interiore. Essere capace di qualunque porcata, è il miglior bagaglio che possa avere un uomo.
~ Saturday, November 16 ~
~ Sunday, November 10 ~
Karaite Cemetery (Crimea)
Hidden in wooded Iosofatova Valley near the old Tartar capital of Bakhchysaray, the Karaite Cemetery is as spooky as they come. Beneath slender Oak trees, thousands of broken tombstones lie at mournful angles, covered in a near-indecipherable Hebrew script. The ground is uneven, the graves shrouded in moss and lichen and – on a quiet day – a disquieting silence seems to settle over everything, giving the place an other-worldly atmosphere. For the best part of a millennium, the Karaites brought their dead here; to a sacred grove known as ‘Balta Tuymez’, a place that still seems to tingle with magic. Standing there in the shadow of the plateau as the sun goes down, it’d take a brave visitor not to feel just the faintest shiver.