Tragedy. When the feeling’s gone and you can’t go on it’s tragedy. When the morning cries and you don’t know why, it’s the weekend.
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Collecting strangers’ diaries.
Is your local McDonald’s ice cream machine broken?
The historical rise of creativity.
3-D model of 300-year-old salt mine.
Withnail and I, 30 years on:
Mushroom bloom tinelapse:
How do giraffes fight? Like this: