It was believed, in Medieval Europe, that people would line up to kiss the Devil’s asshole and THAT was how the pact was made. Apparently, other times, people sat around at tables and we’re served by demons, like some sort of evil outdoor cafe.
Starting to write some witchey sketches for myself. Train travel through Upstate NY is inspiring some darkness to be expressed. History and conversation are contributing of their own free will.
Amazing Russian prison tattoos.
n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.
abandoned bobsled track built for the 1984 Winter Olympics in Sarajevo
We did find more and more ways to see the beauty of the world.