Zdzislaw Beksinski, 1929-2005, Poland.

A sickened, sensitive shadow writhing in hands that are not hands, and whirled blindly past ghastly midnights of rotting creation, corpses of dead worlds with sores that were cities, charnel winds that brush the pallid stars and make them flicker low. Beyond the worlds vague ghosts of monstrous things; half-seen columns of unsanctified temples that rest on nameless rocks beneath space and reach up to dizzy vacua above the spheres of light and darkness.

And through this revolting graveyard of the universe the muffled, maddening beating of drums, and thin, monotonous whine of blasphemous flutes from inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond Time; the detestable pounding and piping whereunto dance slowly, awkwardly, and absurdly the gigantic, tenebrous ultimate gods—the blind, voiceless, mindless gargoyles whose soul is Nyarlathotep.

H.P.L.

E|A|S (Evolving Asteroid Starships)
An experimental modular spacecraft for long-distance space travel. Created under the supervision of Dr. Angelo Vermeulen, a former NASA collaborator and current researcher at TU Delft.

Remix session:
Beastie Boys – “Sabotage” (Autofish Remix)
Nosaj Thing – “Us” (Jon Hopkins Remix)
Lana Del Rey – “Born to Die” (Clams Casino Remix)
Fever Ray – ” Keep The Streets Empty For Me” (MaJiKer Remix)

Gidge + LONER + LEON VYNEHALL + Mute Forest.

And somewhere he was laughing, in a white-painted loft, distant fingers caressing the deck, tears of release streaking his face.

W.G.

Michael Schauer, Munich, Germany.

It was the root of street cool, too, the knowing posture that implied connection, invisible lines up to the hidden levels of influence.

W.G.

Either I can be like some traveler of the olden days, who was faced with a stupendous spectacle, all, or almost all, of which eluded him, or worse still, filled him with scorn and disgust; or I can be a modern traveler, chasing after the vestiges of a vanished reality….A few hundred years hence, in this same place another traveler, as despairing as myself, will mourn the disappearance of what I might have seen, but failed to see.

C.L.