Amie Dicke. After Goldschmidt, 2012
"At the Herengracht 401 there is a room on the third floor. This room used to be a hiding place for young (Jewish) men during World War II. Manuel Goldschmidt was one of them and after the liberation he stayed connected to this safe house. Until recently he lived in the same room where he was kept in hiding. He died in March 2012.
When I first entered the space it felt like a time capsule. A frozen world that you do not want to touch because of its delicate state, yet too important to let it go. In an attempt to mark the fragile points I began to fill up the cracks and open joints with pieces of gold colored emergency blankets.
I started with the windows (there was quite some draft). Then I lined the contours of the space between the outside wall and the carpet, like a floor plan, followed by the cracks in the furniture pieces and little holes in the walls and ceiling. It took me almost a month to make this fragmented drawing in space.”
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isn’t it funny how people say ‘grilled cheese’ instead of ‘grilled cheese sandwich’? you could be talking about an actual piece of grilled che
i stopped typing because i realized that this is the single most worthless post ever conceived
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how to stop yourself from feeling hungry
- get some nice food to munch on
- have a snack
- cook yourself something yum
- nourish your body
- make a nice sandwich
- maybe have some cereal
- go and get ice cream
- visit a cute cafe for tea and cake
- EAT SOME FOOD
Damn tumblr has gotten bad.
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do you have your eye on anyone. girl wise
No, not really anybody specifically.
tumblr poetry be like,
as unimportant in my inbox
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P.O.S. - I Made This from Scratch (The Best Of False Hopes 2001-2014)
P.O.S. - I Made This From Scratch
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If there was a God then he’d let me grow some sweetass mutton chops and yet my face is bare.
Modest Mouse - Dramamine (This Is a Long Drive For Someone With Nothing to Think About)
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