a wild of nothing

"Where every something, being blent together turns to a wild of nothing."

Lauren. 23. On the fence about just about everything.


do you want to know a secret?  
Reblogged from thedailydoodles
thedailydoodles:

“The Blank Tape”
Simón Martínez presses his nose against the TV’s monitor, his hot breath fogging the glass, as he tries to position his face as close to the television screen as humanly possible.  
He remembers doing this during his bored moments as a child, thinking he may find something secret being broadcast that he’d miss if he was watching from the couch like a regular person.  
The static fills the screen with its never-ending frenetic dance, never stopping to stay still even for a moment.  Simón focuses on just one black or white dot, trying to track its trail as it hops wildly across the screen, but each time he loses the poor thing as the rest of the static overwhelms it.
Having found this blank VHS tape in an ancient box that he forgot he ever had, Simón hoped there was some sort of lost treasure from his childhood recorded on the cassette… but nope.  Just static.  He guesses he was saving it to record something special, something special that never came.
But still, for whatever reason, he actually likes it this way.  The static is somehow soothing, filling his field of vision with the endless movement while the white noise quietly hisses on and on.
The magnetic tape inside the cassette *snaps*, and Simón hears the gears of the VCR grind to a halt as it struggles to eject the broken VHS.  The picture goes black.
Simón unwinds the magnetic tape from around the VCR’s reels, the strip crinkling in his hands, and throws the useless blank tape away.
Posted 5/10/2013
(Thank you to the extremely talented Samantha of other-side-of-the-universe.com for helping me gif this!)
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thedailydoodles:

“The Blank Tape”

Simón Martínez presses his nose against the TV’s monitor, his hot breath fogging the glass, as he tries to position his face as close to the television screen as humanly possible.  

He remembers doing this during his bored moments as a child, thinking he may find something secret being broadcast that he’d miss if he was watching from the couch like a regular person.  

The static fills the screen with its never-ending frenetic dance, never stopping to stay still even for a moment.  Simón focuses on just one black or white dot, trying to track its trail as it hops wildly across the screen, but each time he loses the poor thing as the rest of the static overwhelms it.

Having found this blank VHS tape in an ancient box that he forgot he ever had, Simón hoped there was some sort of lost treasure from his childhood recorded on the cassette… but nope.  Just static.  He guesses he was saving it to record something special, something special that never came.

But still, for whatever reason, he actually likes it this way.  The static is somehow soothing, filling his field of vision with the endless movement while the white noise quietly hisses on and on.

The magnetic tape inside the cassette *snaps*, and Simón hears the gears of the VCR grind to a halt as it struggles to eject the broken VHS.  The picture goes black.

Simón unwinds the magnetic tape from around the VCR’s reels, the strip crinkling in his hands, and throws the useless blank tape away.

Posted 5/10/2013

(Thank you to the extremely talented Samantha of other-side-of-the-universe.com for helping me gif this!)

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static circles
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He spoke of human solitude, about the intrinsic loneliness of a sophisticated mind, one that is capable of reason and poetry but which grasps at straws when it comes to understanding another, a mind aware of the impossibility of absolute understanding. The difficulty of having a mind that understands is that it will always be misunderstood. Nicole Krauss (via theglasschild)

(Source: troubled, via theglasschild)

circles space missing THERE'S A SPACE MISSING OKAY SO IT'S ALWAYS A SPIRAL THE SPACE MIGHT BE TINY FOR ALL PRACTICAL INTENTS AND PURPOSES IT MIGHT APPEAR A CIRCLE BUT IT'S NOT A FUCKING CIRCLE JUST LIKE PSYCHOLOGY IS NOT A SCIENCE AND REALITY IS NOT CONSTANT BECAUSE THERE IS ALWAYS A SPACE MISSING FOR THERE TO BE A SPACE LOOKING YOU FEEL ME THERE IS NEVER A FULL CIRCLE UNLESS NO ONE IS LOOKING AT IT BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS PART OF IT NOTHING IS TRUE EXCEPT 'EVERYTHING' GODDAMNIT I HATE WRITING PAPERS
Reblogged from likeafieldmouse

likeafieldmouse:

Tom Friedman - Untitled (1990)

“The artist writes his signature repeatedly for the life of a pen.”

(the even contenders get one thing to say, and it’s always the same:

our name, in space)

(via fishsouptears)

circles light self
Reblogged from itfeelsfeynman

itfeelsfeynman:

An analemma is the figure “8″ loop that results when one observes the position of the sun at the same time during the day over the course of a year. Due to the earth’s tilt about its axis (23.45°) and its elliptical orbit about the sun, the location of the sun is not constant from day to day when observed at the same time on each day over the course of a full year. Furthermore, this loop will be inclined at different angles depending on one’s geographical latitude.

(via the-naut)

circles time interesting
Reblogged from attackofthegiantants

bbook: attackofthegiantants:

Mulholland Drive, 2001.

No hay banda! There is no band! Il n’est pas de orquestra! This is all… a tape-recording. No hay banda! And yet we hear a band. Hear le son… and mute it… drop it. It’s all recorded. No hay banda! It’s all a tape. Il n’est pas de orquestra. It is… an illusion!

(via mrgolightly)

circles mulholland drive vortex dreams
Now I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

Zhuangzi
(via pulmyeonjeung) (via nonsensicalpoop) (via marslandingparty, marslandingparty)
dreams self circles
Reblogged from papersmile
circles my friend phil tired
Reblogged from infinity-imagined
circles energy light my friend phil
Reblogged from iraffiruse

(Source: iraffiruse, via the-naut)

neurons circles social brain
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thekhooll:

Wuchang

Amazing photographs of Wuchang Railway Station in China by QinZong. 

(via lushburg)

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