Notes on Everything

Last Night, I Dreamt of Trains by Matthew Thompson

But they hushed, all at once and quite abruptly, when he stood still at center stage, his arms straight out from his shoulders, and went rigid, and began to tremble with a massive inner dynamism. Nobody present had ever seen anyone stand so still and yet so strangely mobile. He laid his head back until his scalp contacted his spine, that far back, and opened his throat, and a sound rose in the auditorium like a wind coming from all four directions, low and terrifying, rumbling up from the ground beneath the floor, and it gathered into a roar that sucked at the hearing itself, and coalesced into a voice that penetrated into the sinuses and finally into the very minds of those hearing it, taking itself higher and higher, more and more awful and beautiful, the originating ideal of all such sounds ever made, of the foghorn and the ship’s horn, the locomotive’s lonesome whistle, of opera singing and the music of flutes and the continuous moan-music of bagpipes. And suddenly it all went black. And that time was gone forever.
Train Dreams by Denis Johnson

Wolf-boy sings in Denis Johnson's Train Dreams. Here's to a man who heard the beauty in the darkness. See you out west, Denis.

Vintage snapshot weirdness with Cari Vander Yacht by Matthew Thompson

Cari Vander Yacht is an Amsterdam-based artist who hails from the strange and magical lands of the Pacific Northwest. Recently, she began sifting through her massive collection of faded flea market photos and warping the snapshots into a trippy animation series. Known as TGIMGIF (Thank God It's Monday Graphic Interchange Format), Vander Yacht's moving images reveal the humor and psychosis hidden inside the mundane and discarded. "At a certain point, one must justify their creepy acquisition of other people’s pasts,” she says. “Either you make up stories about how you’re related to the people in the pictures or you animate them." Dig it (via Flavorwire).