“Francois Robert was at an auction in rural Michigan. It was the mid 1990s. A school was selling off supplies, and Robert was looking to buy some furniture for his studio. “I was interested in buying some lockers, and they had three for $50.” Two of the lockers were empty, but not the third. When Robert opened it up, he found a human skeleton.
A strand of hair under a scanning electron microscope, a device I have been lucky enough to use in my past.
Photo courtesy of the University College Cork (Ireland)
A beautiful piece of asian street art with the rider painted on the door, and a motorcycle leaned up against the door, from the Asia Dreaming blog
Saturdays must be the worst days to have a ‘bad day’. There are no distractions of mundane everyday life, and there is no hope to get distracted on the following day (Sunday). Additionally, it seems that the whole world is trying to enjoy themselves, while the ones who are under are just trying to make it through the day—to live another day and maintain a sense of survival.
There’s nothing quite as relaxing as standing on the side of a freeway at night, watching the cars go by like hyperactive motorized stars, and then staring up to see the real stars relaxing and burning out: