Towel

"A towel, it says, is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitch hiker can have. Partly it has great practical value — you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble‐sanded beaches of Santraginus Ⅴ, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand‐to‐hand‐combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can't see it, it can't see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough."

In The Hitch Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams

The Dancers at the End of Time

There are no friends or foes, there is just you and your big imagination. Even so, the “we” you say we are still decides  to play a game and chase the day away. Charming deception will you spend the night with me? Morality is sleeping in a vast  place called “Past”, so I’ll hug you tight as we, once again, dance at the end of Time.

"The cycles of history have run their course, and Earth is in its extreme old age. The human race, after eons of pointless killing over obscure boundary lines or points of religion, has at last learned not to take itself so seriously."

In An Alien Heat - Michael Moorcock

H. R. Giger

Sometimes, what you steal from your nightmares turns into something strangely beautiful.

Vampirella suited up

Taken from here

What he could say

Take off all of my layers of geekyness and I’m just a man, nothing more.

I really am too fond of books. 

Phobos and Deimos

I was searching for a forest. A blue forest with black trees. I found that forest under a red sky. It rained and red raindrops fell into the ground. Two moons I saw, high above in that red heaven. The black trees died and the forest became deserted. Rivers started to flow, red rivers wounded the blue ground and, as I laid down to stare at my two moons, the gods started to fall down from their heavenly seats.

Frazetta's art

"As I stood thus meditating, I turned my gaze from the landscape to the heavens where the myriad stars formed a gorgeous and fitting canopy for the wonders of the earthly scene. My attention was quickly riveted by a large red star close to the distant horizon. As I gazed upon it I felt a spell of overpowering fascination--it was Mars, the god of war, and for me, the fighting man, it had always held the power of irresistible enchantment. "

In A princess of Mars - Edgar Rice Burroughs

Yes

I am crazy, but "Crazy Good".

Restless sleep

Two people living inside a head. One becomes a man. A sorcerer. He will perform a ritual and kill the woman. Split personality playing with the body. A dance of brainwaves.

I’ll steal a quote now and share it with you. It’s good one, from a great book.

"With every day, and from both sides of my intelligence, the moral and the intellectual, I thus drew steadily nearer to the truth, by whose partial discovery I have been doomed to such a dreadful shipwreck: that man is not truly one, but truly two."

- Robert Louis Stevenson, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde

Beast

Don’t fall for a “Beast”. That is unquestionably a bad idea. He will kill you but he will not take your life, you will become a walking carcass or a puppet unless you break him first. You must break the beast and restrain him. Take him to a dungeon and lock the monster there, do not let him see the sun or the moon and kiss the enraged fiend in the forehead every night before sleep. Haunt his dreams, lick his tears and when he slowly starts turning into a human, for your and his sake, take off his chains and leave him alone. A dog will always be a dog, he’ll follow your scent home.

(Bernie Wrightson art - Frankenstein)

“. . . the moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places.”

In Frankenstein – Marry Shelley

Yorick Brown

Such a cool name.

And such an interesting character.

(Y, the last man)

Mr. Snow

Damn, he looks good here:

Hot fuzz

Love it, this movie is so much fun!

Sand

I miss walking on the beach, and sinking my toes in the sand.

What do I want for my birthday?

I want this:

Soulmates

“Everyone goes around trying to find their soulmate, but no matter how hard they look they can never find it. So instead, they force two bodies together.”

Painting by Edward Burne-Jones entitled The Sleeping Beauty. It was painted in 1890, as part of The Briar Rose series.

Six Feet Under

The TV show with the perfect ending.

Claire: "I wish that just once people wouldn't act like the clichés that they are."

Sliding across space synapses

So, there he goes, sliding across space synapses. He slithers in parts of his own brain matter in order to try and reach his main objective: The pursuit of surreal futuristic thoughts. And right there, in the sky where he stands floating above us all, he can see the upper layers of our planet. And, down here, I simply wish that he belonged to me.

Text by: Snow White

Image: Self portrait by João Ruas