An archivist found a long forgotten 8mm film reel in an old metal box, marked “Philippines 1942”. Thinking it was lost WWII footage, he sent it in to be restored/digitized. When he got the footage back, he found puppies instead (via)
This is so freaking profound. Like, this was before the advent of the personal camera. Not just anyone owned a camera in these days. Cameras were expensive, and so was the film. When you were recording shit, it had to be stuff you were willing to shell out a pretty penny to have preserved. Someone so deeply and profoundly loved these dogs and found joy in them that they decided to preserve them for future generations to see, after these pups are long dead and gone. This camera operator wanted to preserve the joy these dogs brought them and to share it with others. How incredible is that?
the abundance of darkness in the longest zenith of the sun, the world slouching towards all the unbearable: the loud silence of every beloved spine, the seething comfort of every severe shadow;
who would not want to be half-hidden from the blood-smeared summer, mornings opening like mouth? who stands awake in this part-kiss, part-devouring?
come sing, come sing:
run deeper into the solstice light; darkness departs early today, child.
