Gabriel Ferrier, Moonlit Dreams

I think I’m falling behind in pop culture can we stop writing books and making movies until I catch up. something crazy is about to happen to gilgamesh

i had self esteem for like 3 minutes once

I still like listening to we are young by fun.

Fire Escape (Persimmon), 2016 etching with watercolor 10″ x 8″

Mare Martin

вестерни роблять все, щоб я не забувала, що вони не бачать проблеми в росії та її історії, тільки в путіні, а от путін помре і заживемо. скажіть чому я зараз побачила опінію "вони там в тредс кажуть, що купляти російське це спонсорувати війну 🤣🤣🤣"

"давайте тоді і сша хейтити ахахах" давайте. лол. я вже.

дуже продуктивна розмова про підтримку жертв/боротьбу з імперією, яку ви в будь-якому випадку зводите до "сша це погано", так і переможемо.

вестерни роблять все, щоб я не забувала, що вони не бачать проблеми в росії та її історії, тільки в путіні, а от путін помре і заживемо. скажіть чому я зараз побачила опінію "вони там в тредс кажуть, що купляти російське це спонсорувати війну 🤣🤣🤣"

"давайте тоді і сша хейтити ахахах" давайте. лол. я вже.

Diary of Ukrainian writer Volodymyr Vakulenko. The diary consists of 36 pages that were written during the first 26 days of the russian full-scale invasion of Ukraine. Volodymyr was killed during the occupation of Kapitolivka village in Kharkiv region and buried without a name under the cross #319 in the Izium mass grave. This diary was found by writer and activist Victoria Amelina, who was later killed in a missile strike. Photo by Mykhaylo Palinchak.

Last words written in the diary: "And today, on Poetry Day, flying cranes greeted me in the sky. And through their "coos" I could hear: "Everything will be Ukraine! I believe in victory!".

Victoria Amelina's preface: "Volodia's message is saved, even if tomorrow I manage to step on some anti-personnel mine. And as long as the writer is read, he is alive... He won".

I Was Reading a Scientific Article

by Margaret Atwood

They have photographed the brain and here is the picture, it is full of branches as I always suspected,

each time you arrive the electricity of seeing you is a huge tree lumbering through my skull, the roots waving.

It is an earth, its fibres wrap things buried, your forgotten words are graved in my head, an intricate

red blue and pink prehensile chemistry veined like a leaf network, or is it a seascape with corals and shining tentacles.

I touch you, I am created in you somewhere as a complex filament of light

You rest on me and my shoulder holds

your heavy unbelievable skull, crowded with radiant suns, a new planet, the people submerged in you, a lost civilization I can never excavate:

my hands trace the contours of a total universe, its different colors, flowers, its undiscovered animals, violent or serene

its other air its claws

its paradise rivers

Updates from Iran

Some major updates from people in Iran and leaks:

This is a humanitarian crisis. The people of Iran need your support more than ever. Amplify their voices, and don't let the regime get away with its crimes in darkness. Hold your governments and media to account to make sure that they support the people of Iran and not support the regime.

All eyes on Iran.

Another update: While we still have a virtual information blackout, the death count will probably be even higher than 12,000. There's no way of knowing until the internet comes back (hopefully when the regime falls).

It's hard to know what the regime will do with the executions. The regime claims that Erfan Soltani is not sentenced to death after all the international pressure, but that doesn't mean they won't try to kill him and other imprisoned protesters when people look away. In fact, it doesn't even need "executions" to kill them; the torture, abuse, and neglect in prisons is often another way that prisoners are killed.

The regime is spreading misinformation about what's happening by minimizing the death toll and trying to paint the protesters as violent thugs and murderers. It obviously goes without saying that this is all categorically false.