Yellowknife, Northwest Territories (Canada)
Bob: It’s not an easy thing to lose a home.
Bob: Your mother and I had a cabin north of Clyde River, burned right to the ground. A kerosene error. My fault. Your mother and I slept in an igloo for four months while I rebuilt it. It was the longest time we spent together.
Ben: I didn’t know that.
Bob: Oh, you weren’t born yet son. In fact, all that time spent in that igloo sort of “started the ball rolling” conceptionally speaking. But, I wouldn’t let this get to you; something good might come from it. It did for me.
This is exactly the quote I needed to see with this picture, today cannot improve on that and should consider itself over before it goes and spoils it.
Dammit I even miss the damp ugly bits of London (of which there are many).
I found a ghost town while driving though the midwest. I spent the day wading through dead grass and exploring the vacant homes. A rusty water tower lay on the outskirts of the town and the yards were littered with old cars.
New life took over the town. Birds had built nests in many of the homes and there was a dead lamb in one. As it grew dark it began to rain. I picked the house with the cleanest bed and slept inside as I listened to rain drip through holes in the ceiling and patter on the roof. I woke up early to the sounds of raccoons near me on the stairs.
This is actually really scary once you think about it. There are newspapers and lightbulbs and a painting on the desk in the second picture. There’s a trailer in the fourth, along with numerous cars. There are pots and personal effects in the second to last, and the place is trashed. What made everyone leave in such a hurry that they didn’t have time to grab what was dear to them, or even leave in their cars? Why would they leave them there, and not even consider driving away? What madness inflicted all of the residents to simply leave, without taking anything?
I never understood it either. When I went to my great grandparent’s former farm, when we looked through the rubble of the house, there was all kinds of shit still there. Clothing, televisions, children’s toys… and nobody could give me a straight answer for why it was just left there to rot. The only thing anyone could tell me is that the trouble of packing it up was more than it was worth. They never could say for sure why the house was left in the first place though.
Sunrise over Lambay Island, from Portrane Beach, North County Dublin, Ireland
Dylan Moran on feminism
Oh, he can fuck right off.
"well, it seems we are at an impasse."
"so we are. carry on, cat"
"same to you, bird."
"NEITHER OF US CAN EAT THE OTHER SO LET US SAY GOOD DAY"
M*A*S*H rewatch: 2x15 - ‘Officers Only’
"I don’t expect ‘em to, sir. I just want them to see I’m so crazy that I think they would think I’m gonna have a baby."
Constantly talking about, thinking about, or dreaming about snow.
Ray: You break your face or something?
Fraser: Not that I’m aware of.
Ray: Look we’re hundreds of miles from nowhere in a frozen wasteland and you’re grinning like an idiot.
Fraser: I’m home.