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More Killian Eng.

More Killian Eng.

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Pilotpriest by Killian Eng

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Pilotpriest by Killian Eng

Institute Marchiondi Spagliardi

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Institute Marchiondi Spagliardi, Milan, Italy - 1957
Vittoriano Vigano

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Orange County Government Center, Goshen, New York
(Paul Rudolph, 1963-71)

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Orange County Government Center, Goshen, New York

(Paul Rudolph, 1963-71)

NEENEENEENEENEENEENEEEEE

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The Haunting of Hill House - Shirley Jackson (via whatanybodygets)

One of my favourite paragraphs ever written.

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“Can I see it?” She watched as he untied the box and removed the lid. “Oh,” she said, seeing the toad; for some reason it frightened her. “Will it bite?” she asked. “Pick it up. It won’t bite; toads don’t have teeth.” Rick lifted the toad out and extended it toward her. Stemming her aversion she accepted it. “I thought toads were extinct,” she said as she turned it over, curious about its legs; they seemed almost useless. “Can toads jump like frogs? I mean, will it jump out of my hands suddenly?”

“The legs of toads are weak,” Rick said. “That’s the main difference between a toad and a frog, that and water. A frog remains near water but a toad can live in the desert. I found this in the desert, up near the Oregon border. Where everything had died.” He reached to take it back from her. But she had discovered something; still holding it upside down she poked at its abdomen and then, with her nail, located the tiny control panel. She flipped the panel open.

“Oh.” His face fell by degrees. “Yeah, so I see; you’re right.” Crestfallen, he gazed mutely at the false animal; he took it back from her, fiddled with the legs as if baffled — he did not seem quite to understand. He then carefully replaced it in its box. “I wonder how it got out there in the desolate part of California like that. Somebody must have put it there. No way to tell what for.”

-from Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick

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Fire is the devil, hiding like a coward in the smoke

Fire is the devil, hiding like a coward in the smoke

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