Young beauty and the fortune teller (1920), Eduard Veith
To think is not to get out of the cave; it is not to replace the uncertainty of shadows by the clear-cut outlines of things themselves, the flame’s flickering glow by the light of the true sun. To think is to enter the Labyrinth; more exactly, it is to make be and appear a Labyrinth when we might have stayed “lying among the flowers, facing the sky.” It is to lose oneself amidst galleries which exist only because we never tire of digging them; to turn round and round at the end of a cul-de-sac whose entrance has been shut off behind us—until, inexplicably, this spinning round opens up in the surrounding walls cracks which offer passage.
Bling Bling - Junglepussy
Tonight’s getting ready music.
—My Favorite Mutiny
My Favorite Mutiny - The Coup
You guys got me going deep this evening, reaching way back into the collection to find good stuff I haven’t heard in a while.
—Do You Love Me