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DAILY DRIFTER: maps

Ally R.Comment

When I think about "maps," I immediately recall the raised plastic ones of different countries throughout  my childhood. My grandfather had a Rand McNally set and he used to bring them out when we would come to visit him back east. It was always really exciting for him to show me all of the places he went during the war. As a kid, I was fascinated by all the valleys and ridges of the Rocky Mountains and all of the little engraved lines throughout. But there are other types of maps that are just as profound and abstracted. The maps of our hands, the histories we weave, the path of travel, and the organic nature of pattern can all be types of maps. Even the cells in our brains, with neurons firing, operate as a sort of map. Today we will focus on the nature of maps and how everything, in some way or another, could potentially be representative of a map. Whether traveling to unknown locales or sitting in your living room, maps can be found nearly everywhere and in stranger forms than one could ever imagine. 

xoxo,

Ally

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わたしが生きている世界はまるで球体です。" by

matsuki narishige

"Untitled" by

insane anomaly 

"summer on the west coast" by

christopher mongeau

"Pt.II" by

jillian camille

"Lo Specchio" by

alexandro valcarcel

"Untitled" by

marie ciuffi

"Untitled" by

fernando cerezo

"Rush Hour Emulators" by

eugenia loli

"14" by

jamiepaul

"st.pauli." by

frau acissej

"children on the beach" by

daria hell

"10" by

maria kazvan

"Untitled" by

sanja prodan

"." by  

nicolò 

panzeri

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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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