"Because of the advent of the lightbulb, people sleep 500 hours less each year than they used to."


Okay... (via M*tafilt*r)


   "Why Cats Paint

Pergamum awaits.
In the shadow of the boarded-up tower
now never to complete,

Pergamum awaits.
In the Great Hall cold though spring without burgeons,
Pergamum.

In the armature of betrayals here
glistening like dawnwebs,
Pergamum, Pergamum.

Pergamum.
What haven't I given you,
lozenge of sunlight creeping; what

haven't I accepted
of your Vanilla Fudge sonatas,
of your skull under fathoms of estuary?"

--Adam Cadmium, My Struggle with Symmetry (1946)