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I like to joke that I majored in climate anxiety. An ecology degree has done nothing for my job prospects, and an unquenchable curiosity about how the modern world works does very little to ease any of the existential ennui I live with day after day. In order to cope, I tend to go out…
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This has been on my mind for weeks now, this nonstop frustration over how much time I have to do things that feed my soul. I have a lot of hobbies, and I’ll try out a new one at the drop of a hat. I’ve got several that I’m very interested in, but simply have…
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Far from the paintings in gilded frames of the Museum of Modern Art and the photographic artifice of the Museum of Illusions, Convergence Station stands as a white monolith between two highway overpasses. I can rave about it all I want — you’ve heard the reviews yourself. The immersive experience, the winding tunnels and secret…
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It’s 2012, and I’m in a paint-splattered garden level classroom that feels like the caves of Lascaux. Our old art teacher just retired, and gone were the days of freeform projects and self-directed art. Our new art teacher insisted, instead, on actually teaching about art, our projects interspersed with lectures on art concepts and styles…
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When the camera first caught on in society, a trend appeared: death photography. The folks who prepped the body for this trend were excellent at making you believe the person was alive. Nothing but a strange, dead gleam in their eyes gave them away. We’re a long way from hefty cameras on tripods now. My…
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I took a class on obsidian with the wonderful Curanderismo Lisa Martinez (who teaches this class through the RitualCravt online school, should you be interested in learning about the metaphysical properties and history of obsidian yourself). I was expecting a class on scrying techniques, on ritual, instead what I received was a primer on the…
from the pen of icarus blake 