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nico in times square by steve schapiro.

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nico in times square by steve schapiro.

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No one would have believed, in the last years
of the nineteenth century, that human affairs were being
watched from the timeless worlds of space.

No one could have dreamed we were being scrutinized, as
someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm
and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered
the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across
the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours
regarded this Earth with envious eyes,
and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.

At midnight, on the twelfth of August, a huge mass of
luminous gas erupted from Mars and sped towards Earth.
Across two hundred million miles of void, invisibly hurtling
towards us, came the first of the missiles that were to
bring so much calamity to Earth. As I watched, there was
another jet of gas. It was another missile, starting on its way.

And that’s how it was for the next ten nights.
A flare, spurting out from Mars - bright green,
drawing a green mist behind it - a beautiful,
but somehow disturbing sight.
Ogilvy,the astronomer, assured me we were in no danger.
He was convinced there could be no living thing,
on that remote, forbidding planet.

Then came the night the first missile
approached Earth. It was thought
to be an ordinary falling star, but next day there was a
huge crater in the middle of the
Common, and Ogilvy came to examine what lay there: a
cylinder, thirty yards across,
glowing hot… and with faint sounds of movement.
coming from within.

Suddenly the top began moving, rotating, unscrewing, and
Ogilvy feared there was a
man inside, trying to escape. he rushed to the cylinder,
but the intense heat stopped him
before he could burn himself on the metal.

It seems totally incredible to me now,
that everyone spent that evening
as though it were just like any other.
From the railway station came the sound
of shunting trains, ringing and rumbling,
softened almost into melody by the distance.
It all seemed so safe and tranquil.

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Eno and David Byrne

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Eno and David Byrne

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Bill Murrey / Steve Zissou.

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Drug store in the old Penn Station, NYC, c.1915

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Drug store in the old Penn Station, NYC, c.1915

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“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

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“So long as you write what you wish to write, that is all that matters; and whether it matters for ages or only for hours, nobody can say.”
― Virginia Woolf, A Room of One’s Own

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Victim of drought in Oklahoma being fed by Red Cross in school."ARC/USA Drought Relief: KY, MS, AR, OK"Lewis W. Hine, American, 1874 - 1940

ca. 1930gelatin silver print

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Victim of drought in Oklahoma being fed by Red Cross in school.
"ARC/USA Drought Relief: KY, MS, AR, OK"
Lewis W. Hine, American, 1874 - 1940
ca. 1930
gelatin silver print

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