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I was born in the vacant / Wasteland of the faithful / You say prayers when you’re scared / To be careless and found ungrateful / I was born a defender / Of a hell made for sinners / And never did ever forget / That it’s still well equipped for quitters
— Mutemath, “Achilles Heel”
An amateur orchid grower works in the window of his greenhouse in Silver Spring, Maryland. April 1971. Photograph by Gordon Gahan, National Geographic.
If anyone remembers my name / If I’m ever known for anything / Let it be I ran into the night / Running with a firelight, firelight
— Matt Maher, “Firelight”
A bonfire on the bank of a river in British Columbia, with snowy mountains in the background. August 2018. Photograph by Courtnie Tosana.
Look! The LORD is coming from his dwelling place; he comes down and treads on the heights of the earth. The mountains melt beneath him and the valleys split apart, like wax before the fire, like water rushing down a slope.
— Micah 1:3-4, New International Version
The old cooling towers from the decomissioned Rancho Seco Nuclear Power Station, on the other side of a lake. February 2007. Photograph by Tom Spaulding.
Ain’t nothing come easy / No, nothing comes quick / It’s gonna hurt like hell to become well / But if we set the bone straight / It’ll mend / It’ll fix / And we’ll be well
— The Oh Hellos, “Theseus”
Trash clogs a waterway in Zunil, Guatemala. November 2020. Photograph by Alexander Schimmeck.
No, I am not afraid to die / It’s every breath that comes before
— The Oh Hellos, “This Will End”
Alexey Akindinov, “Dance of Death.” 105.5x130 cm, oil on canvas, 2009. p. Collection of the Museum of World Funeral Culture, Novosibirsk.
“This is the retinue of death, which plays along with her, playing the violin. The image of death is impartial and friendly. It is illuminated by warm reflections from the burning flame of the fire, which symbolizes the energy of life. People dancing around the fire personify human action in earthly life. How to keep warm by the fire of life and not get burned? This question is asked by everyone who comes into this world.”