"But there was nothing about the little, low-rambling, more or less identical homes of Northumberland Estates to interest or to haunt, no chance of loot that would be any more than the ordinary, waking-world kind the cops hauled you in for taking; no small immunities, no possibilities for hidden life or otherworldly presence; no trees, secret routes, shortcuts, culverts, thickets that could be made hollow in the middle – everything in the place was right out in the open, everything could be seen at a glance; and behind it, under it, around the corners of its houses and down the safe, gentle curves of its streets, you came back, you kept coming back, to nothing; nothing but the cheerless earth."
Thomas Pynchon, "The Secret Integration"

This is Ian Mathers' Tumblr. I live in Canada. I've written about music and other things for Stylus, Dusted, PopMatters, Resident Advisor, the Village Voice, and a few other places. Hi.

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oldtobegin:

the afterlife isnt all its hyped up to be

adam

Anaïs and I cracked right up at “Is it booberry. Is it fucking booberry.

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staybehindtheyellowline:

imathers hope you like it! And of course, I apologize that this took so many months to get started on.
*If you’d like me to make you one, shoot me a message and I’ll put you on my list. Mutuals only please, simply because it’s easier for me to draw you when I feel we are somewhat acquainted with one another. 

This is me now.

staybehindtheyellowline:

imathers hope you like it! And of course, I apologize that this took so many months to get started on.

*If you’d like me to make you one, shoot me a message and I’ll put you on my list. Mutuals only please, simply because it’s easier for me to draw you when I feel we are somewhat acquainted with one another. 

This is me now.