Trevor Paglen - They Watch the Moon (2010)
“This photograph depicts a classified ‘listening station’ deep in the forests of West Virginia.
The station is located at the center of the National Radio Quiet Zone, a region of approximately 34,000 square kilometers in West Virginia and parts of Maryland.
Within the Quiet Zone, radio transmissions are severely restricted: omnidirectional and high-powered transmissions (such as wireless internet devices and FM radio stations) are not permitted.
The listening station, which forms part of the global ECHELON system, was designed in part to take advantage of a phenomenon called moonbounce.
Moonbounce involves capturing communications and telemetry signals from around the world as they escape into space, hit the moon, and are reflected back towards Earth.
The photograph is a long exposure under the full moon light.”
Gustav Klimt, The Dancer (1918) | Rihanna, Met Gala (2017)
[Her] gift is a heightened mood which communicates itself to others. She creates a state of natural intoxication.
| — | Anaïs Nin, from a letter featured in The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966 (via violentwavesofemotion) |
mind cleaner
It’s quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don’t do it.
| — | Jean-Paul Sartre (via bugs-inamber) |
And I’ll dance with you in Vienna,
I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise.
The hyacinth wild on my shoulder
my mouth on the dew of your thighs.
And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook,
with the photographs there and the moss.
And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty,
my cheap violin and my cross.
| — | Leonard Cohen (via observando) |
I saw you this morning.
You were moving so fast.
Can’t seem to loosen my grip
On the past.
And I miss you so much.
There’s no one in sight.
And we’re still making love
In my secret life.I smile when I’m angry.
I cheat and I lie.
I do what I have to do
To get by.
But I know what is wrong,
And I know what is right.
And I’d die for the truth
In my secret life.
| — | Leonard Cohen (via langleav) |
Space became something holy.
His hands hesitating on the gunthat was not a gun, but rather
an absence. His hands hesitatingon me and then away. Away
into an unreachable quiet.
| — | Shelby Asquith, Moving Apart In Slowmotion (via exahele) |
