‘I’ am (alone), as the tasteless exhibition of an endogenous torment, as the betrayal of communication, as a festering wound, in which the monadic knitting of the flesh loses itself in a mess of pus and scabs, etc. etc….(You yawn of course, but I continue.)
—Nick Land, The Thirst for Annihilation: Georges Bataille and Virulent Nihilism (via tiredshoes)
Dennis Stock, The California Trip, San Diego Coastline, California, 1968.
Paul Orban - Marooned on Mars