nothing's gonna happen without warning : January 2012

Tuesday, January 31, 2012

more images about what stanley's doing on his exhibit

Monday, January 30, 2012

stanley's (twain) exhibit at los angeles!go stanley!

Saturday, January 28, 2012

all day long et cetera et cetera

Sunday, January 22, 2012

game

I am disturbed to discover that my colleagues have invented a new game which seems to involve attempting to kill me in every juvenile way that presents itself to them. They delight in surprising me with shoves into the paths of oncoming double-decker buses, constructing ridiculous rope-and-pulley devices with the aim of dropping heavy furniture on my head, placing tripwires at the tops of escalators, and other such inanities.

They persist for some weeks, during which I become increasingly adept at avoiding sudden death by blackly humourous means. I feel that my senses are sharpened day by day, that my sight is keener, my reflexes quicker. Soon I can detect by the smell of linseed oil alone the presence of a cricket-bat wielding acquaintance in the bathroom. Everything is enhanced. Colours are richer, noises are louder. I awaken to the pattern of life, the weight of deeds.

Eventually my heightened awareness evolves into a vividly focused paranoia. I can only retreat; I move surreptitiously to a small seaside resort on the east coast and wait, slowly, for a death of my own choosing. (story by stanley donwood)

might not operate properly

Friday, January 20, 2012

''don't look it's nothing! don't look, honestly, it's nothing!

fear stalks the land

the television has nothing to show us...it becomes impossible to read newspapers either

neoclassical elements of contemporary life

Tuesday, January 17, 2012

an unusual complaint

someone has stolen my today

XENDLESS

Sunday, January 15, 2012

stood there

I used to be a bit like a straight line once. It used to hurt less. The other directions flew into me. It dindn't bother me. I just kept them....just in case.....but didn't consider them much. They wouldn't be able to change even a corner of my main line. Nothing would've change it. Circles and other sort of insignificant little lines were always trying to add on each other and then all this stuff was always growing up in number and dangers not reaching to distract my course. So far. That's when the minotaur finally came. He's always been in the same situation. He knew all. He knew better than me, what adding lines could do to you, when you are on your main line and don't have to distract. He suddenly stopped crying. Suddenly got unblocked. Got used to it. Minotaur knew all the things I should've known. And for a while pretended to be me. He substituted me. We pretended to be each other for some few hours. Or few days, I don't remember, but he wanted to show me how to act in a case of a sudden adding of another confusing line to my labyrinth. I could exchange it for mines and could get completely lost in the middle of my path to follow. Confusing everyhing. He said, my only job consisted in following one only line. The main one. Forgetting about the minor ones. Learn to ignore them. And even when I'm cursed to stay in that labyrinth forever, it would've been only mine and none other's that I'm lost in! This is not a bad thing at all. He just stood there, condemned to live and die. He stood there dying and reborning, surrounded by a crowd, thinking him to be me. No one would've understood he died. No one else would've ever known he's been reborned while dying. No one would've ever known he wasn't me while I was him. I just stood there. Stood there staring at the crowd. I stood watching Minotaur lying down.
I now knew what was I supposed to do from now on. He wasn't scared. I wasn't scared at least not any more. I'm not.
(nataliaandwarnings)

Saturday, January 14, 2012

surrounded by too many wires! ouch

Friday, January 13, 2012

if you lived here, you'd be home by now....

i have fast-track status, what's in the briefcase?

it would be great if it worked....

what happened to tumblr?? it used to be alright...it's completely gone into hibernation now.....hm......

Thursday, January 12, 2012

camera

I took some photographs in a dream. I took so many that i filled a 36 exposure roll of film. I took them to the developers. They could deveolp them in 24 hours, 48hours, or 3 days. I was so excited about the photographs, so I decided to go for the 24hours service. When I got the photographs back, I was disappointed, because they were all blank. Just white rectangles. I thought that perhaps, if I stared at them for a long, I might find myself back in the dream. I tried to do this for a while sitting on a wet bench on a drizzly day. It didn't work. A mother walked past with her child who said: '' the sky's not grey!'' But it was.

airborne

One rainy day while start shopping for groceries I'm surrounded by a crowd who's under the impression that I can fly. It seems that a dredful mistake's been made, the local paper has printed an article about a person who really does has this enviable talent and they've put my photograph under the article. I'm not sure about how the newspaper came to have a picture of me, but that is the least of my worries faced as I am with this hackling crowd of strangers. I protest, but the crowd would give no quarter until I show them my incredible powers. At last, I gave into them and stand, flapping my arms and jumping as high as I can into the damp air. This goes on for some time and I become increasingly frightened, and now this enchanted crowd would atack me believing me to be a self-promoting charlatain. But in the end they struggle off. Thank to my lucky stars I rush home, too upset to continue my shopping.
That evening, alone, I once again tried to fly. It proves to be a futile excercise, but addictive- night after night I stand on my roof, flapping my arms and making small jumps on the tiles.
Try as I might.......I never managed to get airbone