"...these metal men don’t need a vehicle to navigate the city anymore, they are the vehicles themselves."
"The Time Beneath
In the premortury tomb
Of ancient time--
Who does not lie there,
A mummy not yet born?
Who does not lie there,
Who lives?
Except mock-creatures in wild numbers
The upper air usurping
While the great dead still sleep?
But when the great dead at last live,
What are those deep worlds then?
When beauty rises from the blackened queens
And the lachrymatory vessels sparkle
With tears from unbound eyes
That grieve sincerely how they lay
Long closed?
They are the pit of future then,
Where cautious souls that never risked name
Lie down in ghastly triumph of will
And dream of grandeur never lost
To the ancient test of death."
--Laura (Riding) Jackson
I want to make images that fight your eye a little.
"Gothic word of the day:
Gaqumþs ('assembly, coming together [of people]')" --@OleWikander
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