James Craig Annan, Peristyle of the Parthenon, Athens
I am withdrawing to construct a labyrinth.
— Jorge Luis Borges, “The Garden of Forking Paths,” in Labyrinths
(Source: touba, via mythologyofblue)
rode my track bike to squamish today, and it was pouring rain, and all I could see for miles was water and islands and mountains covered in clouds and the version of Agbrigg from this album came on, and i actually cried because ive never been so happy iin my life
(Source: mockingthephilanthropist)
help all i do is ride my bike and listen to black metal and smoke weed and my life is going nowhere
Satyr & Nocturno Culto (itt Kveldulv néven), 1996
Ebben a periódusban volt a legrajabb a Satyricon
(via hailtheunholygoat)
Slow death: Sokushinbutsu (即身仏) - the art of Self-mummification.
(When seppuku (切腹, “stomach-cutting”) just isn’t enough…)
For three years the priests would eat a special diet consisting only of nuts and seeds, while taking part in a regimen of rigorous physical activity that stripped them of their body fat. They then ate only bark and roots for another three years and began drinking a poisonous tea made from the sap of the Urushi tree, which contains Urushiol (same stuff that makes poison ivy), normally used to lacquer bowls. This caused vomiting and a rapid loss of bodily fluids, and most importantly, it made the body too poisonous to be eaten by maggots. Finally, a self-mummifying monk would lock himself in a stone tomb barely larger than his body, where he would not move from the lotus position. His only connection to the outside world was an air tube and a bell. Each day he rang a bell to let those outside know that he was still alive. When the bell stopped ringing, the tube was removed and the tomb sealed.
(via lifecultapocalypse)
