A few days ago, I came across an article which looked at the statistics on the popularity of social networking posts. It had a whole load of pretty pie charts to show how the underlying emotional tone

I managed to find a few images which offer various takes on the myth of Rapunzel. Extremely long hair, a central theme of Rapunzel, doesn’t always come with a tower, and there are a couple of examples further down the page. I have no idea if the modifications provide additional insight into the artists who created them,

A fragment of memory… Of seeing this image a few months before. And of how it rattled me from the inside out without fully understanding why. Just the awareness of my stomach being turned and a desire to disembowel myself. Horror. I wanted to turn my head away. And yet I knew it

Tis a grim place to be. And I’ve sat there once or twice myself. Once, not all that long ago. I went to re-read the diary entry that I’d written under the influence of this picture when it first appeared in my life; it was appropriately titled “Fucked Off”. Back then,

Is it a sign? But which one am I? I can imagine that many would assume this is a vision from a nightmare, and yet it’s the captor himself who holds the dreamcatcher in his hand. So, this is not her nightmare. It’s his dream. His stance suggests that he is aware that he may not be alone. He holds his

In the film, Beetlejuice is dead, or at least he’s supposed to be. He’s obnoxious, crude, and ineffective at work, and yet he’s entertaining and provokes an almost compulsive desire to keep watching to see how he could possibly offend again, which he does right up until the end.