#W.G.

[kelzebub]

My very first attempt at digital "art." I don't feel at all bad that this took me an hour and a half, and looks like a kid made it in ten minutes. It was really fun!

I used a 20 year old wacom pad with a screen slightly larger than a deck of cards courtesy of my beloved former roomie, and MS paint, so I guess there's probably better tools out there if I ever get good enough that they're worth getting. @dixiedeadshake

[nuclearbyproduct]

I don't know how Genevieve and Will met, but I like to think that however it happened, he left a mark on her. Maybe they chatted shyly for a bit, neither making much eye contact and avoiding saying anything too personal. Still, it was enough for Genevieve to think about the cute "scruffy" guy from the night before and wanna run into him again...🤭

[lux-vitae]

The Northern Gods Descending by W.G. Collingwood (1890)

[papillon-de-mai]

For instance, if I am walking through the city and look into one of those quiet courtyards where nothing has changed for decades, I feel, almost physically, the current of time slowing down in the gravitational field of oblivion. It seems to me then as if all the moments of our life occupy the same space, as if future events already existed and were only waiting for us to find our way to them at last, just as when we have accepted an invitation we duly arrive in a certain house at a given time. And might it not be, continued Austerlitz, that we also have appointments to keep in the past, in what has gone before and is for the most part extinguished, and must go there in search of places and people who have some connection with us on the far side of time, so to speak?

— W.G. Sebald, from "Austerlitz"

An innate desire to “arrest the passage of time”.

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

W.A. Ballinger - Drums of the Dark Gods - Five Star - 1967

[aschenblumen]

¡Qué mísera es nuestra vida! Está tan colmada de fantasías erróneas, es tan vana, que casi se reduce a la sombra de las quimeras que nuestra memoria deja en libertad.

—W.G. Sebald, Los anillos de Saturno (cap. IX). Traducción de Carmen Gómez García y Georg Pichter.

[distantstars]

[elizabethanism]

W.G. Sebald in an interview (1988):

“The past, horrendous though it is, with all its calamitous episodes, nevertheless seems to be some kind of refuge because at least the pain that you had there is over. … The presence of the past has something very ambivalent about it. On the one hand it is burdensome, heavy, it weighs you down, on the other hand it is something that liberates you from present constraints.”

[contremineur]

It was as though I stood at the topmost point of the earth, where the glittering winter sky is forever unchanging; as though the heath were rigid with frost, and adders, vipers and lizards of transparent ice lay slumbering in their hollows in the sand. From my resting place in the pavilion I gazed out across the heath into the night. And I saw that, to the south, entire headlands had broken off the coast and sunk beneath the waves.

W.G. Sebald, from The rings of Saturn (Harvill Press 1998)

[davidhudson]

W. G. Sebald, May 18, 1944 – December 14, 2001.

[nuclearbyproduct]

It's actually so good for me that h*nnibal isn't anywhere I can watch it... the first season is calling to me... I miss you s1!w*ll gr*ham so much my heart aches😭😭😭😭

[withnailrules]

We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that’s performed upon it.

—W.G. Sebald

[jacobwren]

“It does not seem to me, Austerlitz added, that we understand the laws governing the return of the past, but I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all, only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a higher form of stereometry, between which the living and the dead can move back and forth as they like, and the longer I think about it the more it seems to me that we who are still alive are unreal in the eyes of the dead, that only occasionally, in certain lights and atmospheric conditions, do we appear in their field of vision.” ― W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz

[life-series-losers-blog]

Apologies. There had been some... interference on my side as of my last inquiry. Rest assured that the issue has been thoroughly resolved. Onto actually academic matters. Although these questions are, no doubt, been answered before.

This first question is, to be honest, one of the most obvious ones to be asked. How does the Red Life affect a person? If it does, at all? Are there any specific ways or moments where it's hold fades? (I. E. It seems that some people seem to... snap out of it, for lack of a better term, when on their last hearts, but how much of that is just preservation instincts is frankly above me.)

Moreover, if there are any effects, do there seem to be people who are more affected by it? Whose behaviour changes the most when on their Red Life? Are there any specific persons who seem to be mostly unaffected?

As an afterthought, what specific category of traits seem to be the most variable within different interactions of any given person?

Warm Regards,

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3rdL!Scar: It basically makes you feel more inclined to the idea of killing people, but you still have free will.

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LL!Pearl: Joel went crazy on his red life

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DL!BigB: Probably either how nice they are, or their hybrid traits

[judgingbooksbycovers]

​The Rings of Saturn

By W.G. Sebald.

Design by Peter Mendelsund.

[aschenblumen]

No me parece, dijo Austerlitz, que comprendamos las leyes que rigen el retorno del pasado, pero cada vez me parece más como si no hubiera tiempo, sino diversos espacios, imbricados entre sí, entre los que los vivos y los muertos, según el talante en que se encuentran, van de un lado a otro, y cuanto más lo pienso tanto más me parece que nosotros, los que todavía nos encontramos con vida, a los ojos de los muertos somos irreales y solo a veces, en determinadas condiciones de luz y requisitos atmosféricos, resultamos visibles.

—W.G. Sebald, Austerlitz. Traducción de Miguel Sáenz.