“Faces of The City poured through as silent as fish, stained with vile addictions and insect lusts. The lighted cafe was a diving bell, cable broken, settling into black depths.”
— The Naked Lunch by William S. Burroughs
1:55 pm • 11 March 2014 • 9 notes
Pages from Tony Ray Jones’ Notebooks. Only in England exhibition at the Science Museum Media Space.
12:45 am • 10 February 2014 • 1 note
“-The tree stumps say ‘We are tree stumps torn out of the ground by men, sometimes the wind, we have big tendrils full of earth that drink out of the earth’- Men say ‘We are men, we pull out tree stumps, we make paper bags, we think wise thoughts, we make lunch, we look around, we make a great effort to realize everything is the same’- While the sand says ‘We are the sand, we already know,’”
— Big Sur- Jack Kerouac
12:41 am • 10 February 2014