no normal arts today, just czehia’s dominance
off topic but i really adore the history left behind by the nations. of them in photographs; their letters to each other over the centuries, paintings, polaroids, etc. it’s so distinctly and weirdly intimate and deep to me, like saying i’m here, and i have lived like any other being. just because the world found out about them in a later time didn’t mean they didn’t exist nor live a life before that. that despite being absolutely immortal and divine, they are still captured in photographs and there are ink stains on the letters they wrote that say, this is a life lived. they aren’t just mindless entities that equate to the representation of a society, they have genuine personal lives that are in the very proof of pages and papers.
Alfred: *barbecuing* How do you want your steak?
Arthur: Well done, lad.
Alfred: *tearing up* R-really? 🥹
Arthur: The steak, Alfred. I want my steak well done.
Alfred: …
Alfred: Oh… right.
Like a angel in the snow.
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