Do you think I know what I'm doing?
That for one breath or half a breath I belong to myself?
As much as a pen knows what it's writing,
or the ball can guess where it's going next.
(Rumi, arranged by Coleman Barks)
This is the kind of arranging I feel like I'm doing myself at the Picture Collection.
I'm not always sure what drives me to look at individual images, but I love that I
found a history of hairstyling today, from ancient times to the present:
Even more compelling is the concise visual history of hypnosis I find:
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| This last is a truly alarming image I can't shake out of my mind.... |
I'll have to upload that one in the next post, however, because for some reason the uploader doesn't like it as much as I do. For now I'll try to avoid smoking under hypnosis...
