AFTER THE CURTAIN —  A childhood behind the crumbling Iron Curtain. A mix for the final Soviet generation.



The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone. —Joan Didion, Blue Nights  (via mother-iron)

by lune-fille

I know of witches who whistle at different pitches, calling things that don’t have names. —Helen Oyeyemi


  • And God said unto Abraham, “Abraham.” And Abraham replied, “What.”
  • God said to John, “Come forth and receive eternal life.” But John came fifth and won a toaster.
  • And Judas approached the rabbis and Pharisees saying, “The one whom I kiss is the one you seek.” To which they responded, “Gay.” 
  • And thus, god made Eve. And she was bammin’ slammin’ bootylicious.
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Hooked on A Feeling. Blue Swede, 1973. That song belongs to me.

j’ai donné mon âme, mon âme et mon amour

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from The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde

Stoker (2013)

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John James Audubon, Birds of America: Corvus corvax (Common American Raven), etching and watercolour on paper. c. 1827

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