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one thing about me is I love brutalism. I love concrete. I love not living in a house with cardboard walls and I love looking at a building and thinking this thing would survive a nuclear war
@theundergroundwoman / theundergroundwoman.tumblr.com
i love flesh i love blood i love concrete i love the steppe and how it sees you - how the grass reaches up, how it knows you’re there. i love rot i love decay i love the shift in language you hear if you walk too far - not quite illegible, not quite familiar. a whisper somewhere. ш or š or sz. keep quiet and they won’t find you. but no one will find you. this land has no beginning, has no end. you can disappear here, if you wish. or not, if you’re like me. i love buildings like wastelands of starships from ancient civilisations. monuments to power lost and power regained. where does the difference between the past and the future arise from? such concepts have no relevance here. i love the taste of metal in my mouth, and something else, an acidic tinge at the root of my nose. i love the mines. coal and copper. nickel and lithium. uranium. they haul it from the depths - hands red, faces black. it’s in their mouths and it’s in their food and it’s in our houses. it’s never deep enough. but our land is vast and empty - eternal. i love cautionary tales. i love pretending they’re tales. i love gore i love guts. i love knowing what’s out there. i love not knowing what’s out there.
Muse studio albums, 1999-2022
(idea taken from here)
i swear to high christ Matt Bellamy understands the raw sex appeal of blood destruction circuit boards scraping yelling carving worship wounds devotion deception gore technology religion orality electricity gasping propaganda wires cosmicism clawing evil resurrection submission obsession geometry idolatry and it keeps me up at night
5.11.
Belgrade, Serbia.