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mortality

DAILY DRIFTER: -----ruins-------

Ally R.Comment

It's crazy to think about the fact that there were complete civilizations way before our own. Many civilizations fell to plague, war, or greed. Some just disappeared for no apparent reason at all. The answers and stories of these people often became lost to time. The ruination of people can take many forms, both metaphorically and literally. For some, they seek solace in the spirit of a religion or higher ideals. For others, they find respite in drink or in solitude. Walking out among the ruins, we are reminded of humanity's achievements and failures simultaneously. We are also reminded of our own mortality and how very fragile our bodies are. Whether you believe in reincarnation or not, we are able to catch glimpses of lives through artifacts-- once-cherished memories decaying through time and neglect. So, in this spirit, we look at the ruins of memory through imagery and the fragments of storied life they tell us. 

xoxo,

Ally

"Southampton Old Cemetery" by

kat ward

"-mausoleum-" by

whistle.and.run

"Untitled" by

sara peixoto

"That girl thinks she's the queen of the neighborhood" by

dull work

"Many Endings" by

oliver lira

"Untitled" by

daniel (dtron)

"Me for the new Burberi's video" by

walter valentini

"multiples" by

edie sunday

"Through the Glass" by

jill justus

"Quello che resta IX" by

nonplusultra22

"Chernivtsi. Ukraine. mAY 2014" by

nazar gonchar

"Strazevica" by

dejan golic

"Untitled" by

jaime boddorff

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DAILY DRIFTER: the feels

Ally R.Comment

On the dreariest of days, many of us feel blue. Whether it is psychological or emotional, the intensity of feelings can either make us soar over the moon with joy or want to crawl into a dark hole of sadness. Feelings are transformative. We cry at movies because we empathize, we smile when we are overjoyed, and we sulk when we are betrayed or hurt. Sometimes we even feel anger and frustration or a grief so profound that we question our own mortal coil.  The incredible mystery of feeling is overwhelming and by its very nature elusive.  The feelings generated by the cosmos are so multifaceted and fleeting that some mornings we simply just want to stay in bed and wait for the storm to pass over us. Today, we dedicate this post to "the feels."

xoxo,

Ally

"Untitled" by

malguina malguina

"a few flowers at his feet and above him the stars." by

jessica lia 

"Untitled" by

marine beccarelli

"he likes his RED beard.." by

camelot98

"after the winter" by

peter and 

dank

"Untitled" by 

joaquiën

"dolphin kid" by

arina antonova

"Untitled" by

carolina conte

"Untitled" by

A manda*

"Untitled" by

roco perna

"Untitled" by

danila golavachkov

"MOTHER OF SUN" by

septa una

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