con-troll.

They descend, like thick snake-heads, in parallel lines, twisting around each other. They descend, like moonbeams on a still night, or like starlight that has been forsaken by their heavenly placements. They descend, flying downwards, to an unmistakable end of uncertainty. The moment is captured forever, but everything else after or before that, is lost.

( Light, )

La Gran Reunion

I love this shirt.

I think that guy in the centre is Lenin? He looks like a Lenin. BUT. THIS MIGHT BE LIKE A WHOLE FRENCH REVOLUTINONG and I wouldn't recognize any of them.