When You Begin To Reduce Your Antidepressant (according To Your Psychiatrist Instructions Of Course.)

الجزائر الحبيبة .. في زمن الهدوء والسكينة ..

Osaka, photography art by Elora Pautrat

Tag yourself as the dark side of the Marauders

(Warning this is kinda sad)

James Potter: ‘Be My Mistake’ by The 1975

Heart ache and heart break, constant yearning for more, rain racing on window panes, losing those you love, fogged glasses from a cup of coffee, thunderstorms that shake your soul, loneliness and isolation. 

Sirius Black: ‘Come Undone’ by Adam Barnes

A jigsaw piece that doesn’t fit, clouds covering constellations, the ache in your heart, not being able to prove yourself, wind whistling through the trees, doing what is right and yet feeling as though it’s wrong, never being approved. 

Remus Lupin: ‘This Is Home’ by Cavetown

Dreading an event, anxiety and butterflies that feel like eagles, full moons, hating the way you look in the mirror, fog blocking out the hope, the fear of never being loved, walking through the stars at night, cameras that have run out of film. 

Peter Pettigrew: ‘6/10′ by Dodie

Always being the one left out, damp sticks stopping a fire igniting, always last, hunting for approval like a lion hunts for prey, the feeling of lacking something special, dancing on your own, being talked over, broken vinyls. 

Had to post this somewhere.

I’ve been thinking about Elon Musk’s Tesla.

The guy shot a car into space. A freaking car. With a fake astronaut in the seat and the words “Don’t Panic.”

And people are seeing this as this bizarre conspicuous consumption or a weird Tesla publicity stunt. As a one percenter…

…but the more I think about it, the more I realize something quite simple.

This guy had to launch a test load. He had to put something on that rocket. Given the power of the rocket, whatever they launched as a test load had to be heavy enough to properly test the biggest rocket we’ve launched since the Apollo program.

It had to be well built and solid enough to survive the launch. Now, because of the size of the load, it had to be put into a stable orbit not, as happens with smaller test loads, set to burn up in the Earth’s atmosphere.

So, assuming everything went well, whatever they put on that rocket? It’s going to be in space for a long time. Assuming it’s not hit by a bit of debris, or an asteroid, or whatever, it could be up there for millions of years. It’s in space, so it’s not going to rust or corrode. It will eventually develop pitting from micro meteor strikes, it’s not going to last forever.

So, what does the guy send up.

A freaking car with an astronaut in the seat and the words “Don’t Panic” printed on it.

It’s corny. It’s tacky. But what else is it?

It’s art.

It’s something that’s going to still be recognizable as art in a few thousand years. After we’re all dead. Heck, it may still be recognizable as art after our species is dead - extinct or evolved into something else.

Given the fact that he had to put some kind of object into a stable orbit in the solar system, Musk picked not just art, but ridiculous art. The kind of thing that hangs from diner ceilings, the kind of thing a kid would put together.

He put something out there that screams to the void “This is us. This is humanity. This is how utterly silly we are, how completely frivolous.”

And you know what, if the first..or the only…thing an alien civilization sees of us is Elon Musk’s stupid car, I’m quite happy with that.

They might not be able to decipher the message, but they’ll know somebody was here who, given the power to fly into space used it to play.

I’m quite happy with that.