"Taking place between the years 1994 and 2024, Atrocities moves irregularly through the 'incoherent rubble' of the so-called end of history, in which 'art, faith, and paranoia unite in comedic rebellion against contemporary culture'. The result is a fractured and mosaic-like portrait of our present era, weaving together a turbulent assortment of artists, writers, politicians, murderers, television shows, political thinkers, terrorists, mystics and videogames into a kaleidoscopic, Bosch-like tapestry. " —Patrick Zaia via
“Vanitas
I met you at the parting of the ways,
And I have lingered with you certain days.
Over a little grave I had set a stone:
I had buried love, and I was all alone.
The roadway of the unforgotten past
Ended; the road in front lay vague and vast.
I met you at the parting of the ways,
And I have lingered with you certain days.
Because you took my hand in both your hands,
I think there may be help in other lands.
Because you laid your face against my face,
I wonder if hope lives in any place.
Because you laid my head upon your breast,
I know the earth holds yet a little rest.”
—Arthur Symons, Lesbia (1920)
It's bad acid all the way down.


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