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oyuzi:
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“My AP photo class took a field trip to San Francisco two weeks ago and one of the art galleries we went to was Pier 26. My favorite exhibit was this room. A man decided to print every single picture uploaded to Flickr in one day and...
plantyr

My AP photo class took a field trip to San Francisco two weeks ago and one of the art galleries we went to was Pier 26. My favorite exhibit was this room. A man decided to print every single picture uploaded to Flickr in one day and just pile them all into a room all the way to the ceiling. (350,000) It was amazing to just lay down in a sea of photographs and look at one and see into someone else’s life. There were so many weddings and special occasions and even just selfies. It was by the far the most interesting art exhibit I have been to.

oyuzi

this is so amazing. Imagine someone would have taken a photo each day of your live and after you die you enter this room and you’re able to look at all these photos and all your childhood memories flood back into your brain

Source: plantyr
vicemag
vicemag:
““I quit smoking weed after one crazy night when I was 19. Basically, I spent several hours toking up with a towering, harmonica-playing homeless man in an abandoned house with no electricity. My djembe-carrying friend and I had met the...
vicemag

I quit smoking weed after one crazy night when I was 19. Basically, I spent several hours toking up with a towering, harmonica-playing homeless man in an abandoned house with no electricity. My djembe-carrying friend and I had met the crazy dude while we were busking on the street. And being hippie stoners, it didn’t seem weird at all for us to follow him back to a creepy bando and spark up. But by 2 or 3 AM, my friend, the djembe player, had abandoned me to drop another one of our friends off. So I was just sitting alone in this decrepit building with my new acquaintance, who resembled a wizard and would have stood around 6’6” if he hadn’t been hunched over with an enormous tree branch walking stick.
I was really fucking high by the end of the night. So I’m not exactly sure what happened next. Either Gandalf produced a knife, was talking about producing a knife, or was reminiscing about people he had knifed back when he was in Vietnam… Whatever it was, I was suddenly certain that this veteran was bent on gutting me like a fish and playing catch with my vital organs. Eventually, my friend returned and drove me to his parents’ house, where I slept off my high in one of his mom’s guest rooms. I haven’t picked up a blunt or listened to Phish since. Being a hippie is fucking dangerous.

Why I Quit Smoking Weed

Source: Vice Magazine