Fast immer, manchmal oder auch ab und an gibt es hier einen Sammelpost mit allem, was es nicht zu einem eigenen Artikel gebracht hat. Das ist mal mehr, mal weniger. Mal gucken, wie’s klappt.
When we look up at night, the universe seems pretty quiet. But that perspective is an illusion; in reality, there are millions of world-shattering events happening every instant across the cosmos. This short film explores just how much is going on every moment in our ridiculously enormous universe. In the fraction of a second it takes to blink your eyes, thousands of stars will be born, hundreds will explode and die, millions of planets will form, and our universe will expand by half a million kilometers in diameter. And these numbers only account for the observable universe — not for what could be happening beyond, where some scientists believe there could be an infinite expanse of space. Think next time you blink.
Life is short, though I keep this from my children. Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, a thousand deliciously ill-advised ways I’ll keep from my children. The world is at least fifty percent terrible, and that’s a conservative estimate, though I keep this from my children. For every bird there is a stone thrown at a bird. For every loved child, a child broken, bagged, sunk in a lake. Life is short and the world is at least half terrible, and for every kind stranger, there is one who would break you, though I keep this from my children. I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor, walking you through a real shithole, chirps on about good bones: This place could be beautiful, right? You could make this place beautiful.
Officials say the driver lost control of the vehicle, which then traveled up a snowbank, proceeded over the barrier wall, and landed on westbound Interstate 9
„fucking told them“ lol
Mir war mal wieder danach…
Don’t you wish this existed?
The Diamond Beach is a strip of black sand belonging to the greater Breiðamerkursandur glacial plain, located by Jökulsárlón glacier lagoon on the South Coast of Iceland. Here, the icebergs which fill Jökulsárlón glacier lagoon wash up on shore, standing dazzling and defiant in stark contrast to the black sand beach.
When a young filmmaker starts a relationship with a woman who only opens up while on camera, he struggles to make a genuine connection in the midst of her performances. Shot in a documentary style, the film is a reflection on truth versus performance in early relationships and the indecipherable grey space that lies in between.
Lea remembers a summer day when she got caught in the execution of hostages by the SS. But her memories are fading away.