'Four Black Horses in the Sunset' by Filip Dvořák at Holešovická šachta, Prague

pattern recognition–

sometimes it’s easier to daydream of the end than sit through now, like finding satisfaction in saying ‘you’ll be sorry when i’m gone’

July’s lunar eclipse looked like shit on everyone’s Instastories Who just wanted to show they cared about naturally occurring phenomena The earth’s shadow casting itself out onto the turning full moon Becomes a shaky reddish blob barely visible on a cracked phone screen At the same time “we’re having such a Melancholia moment”, friends whispered in the park It sounded like wishful thinking Because everyone knows what happens at the end of that movie

sitting and grazing in the grass, it’s itching our ankles flies hovering around our sticky eyes all of us are waiting

— Christina Gigliotti