So… this week I went to a couple of Judith Butler conferences concerning feminism, psychoanalysis, Foucault and politics.
The best part was the chance to take a picture with her.
“this is called Trains, thank you”
AWESOME! Steven Wilson…
(Source: astral-insomnia, via mylonesomesong)
Be sure we’ve never looked each other in the eyes
All I see in you is the hole inside me
We’re all but empty masks, hiding ourselves behind them, hoping never to be seen…
But because of that we’ll never see anybody else either.
“FOREVER”
Even though I don’t want to anymore… I keep waiting for you to return
Photo by Lasse Hoile
I guess this is where we’ll all end up… fucked up and left in the ground to rot.
Photo by Lasse Hoile
In the end… all we have is ourselves, and barely that, for we are most of the time, somewhere else.
Photo by Lasse Hoile
A picture from the Porcupine Tree album THE INCIDENT
Photo by Lasse Hoile
I give you my heart. But know this: you can’t ever have it, for it is not even mine to give away. There’s something holding us back, fear, pain, but none of that matters, for I’ll never know you and you’ll never know me. We’re all strangers to each other, even to ourselves. So yeah, I give you my heart, but know that it’s not really mine, and it’s not really my heart.
Photo by Lasse Hoile
Photo taken by me in Quemchi, a small town in the island of Chiloé in Chile. Beautiful place.
Album art for the Shearwater album THE GOLDEN ARCHIPELAGO.
Haven’t heard it yet, but I was moved by the photograph.
From Steven Wilson’s INSURGENTES
Photo by Lasse Hoile
How far are we able to imagine the horrors?
Photo by Lasse Hoile
A tribute to Magritte. To show us we’ll never know who the person next to us is. All we do is invent them from ourselves and our own desires, always surrounding the loss… always bringing us back to what we’ve lost.
Photo by Lasse Hoile
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