some pictures from a trip.

(this is my first time creating a blog-post. please excuse grandmamma for any errors, mistakes, or lacunæ.)

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somewhat recently we returned from a trip; and, though much of the itinerary was not to my taste, it was rather enjoyable in the main.

here is the view from the æroplane some minutes after departure. the artful reader will be able to determine the city. notice the delineation between upper- and lower-class neighbourhoods. it is strange to think that below us reside millions of living, breathing creatures, each of them with desires, hopes, dreams, fears, sorrows, lamentations — or not, to optimise the simulation.

to think that our silly, superstitious forebears had any notions of the divine prior to such a sight. preach of the city of angels if you will, but i take it that the addition of the supernatural to rhe natural only demeans the latter. what indescribable beauties would the romantic poets have written, if only they might have beheld what we behold? they did well enough for themselves, even if one step farther from the cœlestial spheres.

plate iv, in which the type specimen of the bed-rotter is illustrated.

some obnoxiously performative heterosexual couple, clearly already along the way to the dismantlement of their relationship, is seen here interrupting our boat excursion with song.

not so much “phallic architecture” as inserting-this-there-may-send-one-to-hospital architecture.

judith with the head of holofernes. it’s still gas-lighting, gate-keeping, and girl-bossing when it’s done in the service of a patriarchal state and its hierarchies, right? 

the bibliophile can hardly complain about access to books in the modern day, considering that they were formerly insupportably expensive for most, except one enter a monastery, which may be a price a little too high to pay.