Sasha Peters
A curation of my inspirations, favorite things, random thoughts, rants, and dreams...
lars englund

lars englund

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Aleksander Krzywobłocki (1901-1979)

Aleksander Krzywobłocki (1901-1979)

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Sea.

Sea.

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Above the California Desert (by Brad Gillette)The salt crust is colored red by dense colonies of halophilic archaebacteria.

Above the California Desert (by Brad Gillette)
The salt crust is colored red by dense colonies of halophilic archaebacteria.

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Smoke

Smoke

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Transfusion by Günter Brus, 1965.

Transfusion by Günter Brus, 1965.

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"Cities are smells: Acre is the smell of iodine and spices. Haifa is the smell of pine and wrinkled sheets. Moscow is the smell of vodka on ice. Cairo is the smell of mango and ginger. Beirut is the smell of the sun, sea, smoke, and lemons. Paris is the smell of fresh bread, cheese, and derivations of enchantment. Damascus is the smell of jasmine and dried fruit. Tunis is the smell of night musk and salt. Rabat is the smell of henna, incense and honey. A city that cannot be known by its smell is unreliable. Exiles have a shared smell: the smell of longing for something else; a smell that remembers another smell. A painting, nostalgic that guides you, like a worn tourist map, to the smell of the original place. A smell is a memory and a setting sun. Sunset, here, is beauty rebuking the stranger. But to love the sunset is not, as they say, one of the attributes of exile."
— Mahmoud Darwish, In the Presence of Absence

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