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Autumn’s Quiet Symphony 

Hannah Park Leave a comment

Michigan fall is unmatched. The breeze of the wind, changing of leaves, and orange scenery, gives a comfy and cozy feeling. As the temperature drops, and the cold weather starts rolling in, I feel a feeling of warmness, which is ironic because of how cold the temperature is. However, being able to bundle up and stay warm as I watch the seasons change, adds on to the peaceful setting.

While I focus on classical music, this week, this picture allowed me to reflect on the diversity in music genres. Much like the many different leaves, they represent the dynamics of music compositions. I chose a popular song, “Do you believe in Magic”, by the Lovin’ Spoonful (Do You Believe in Magic). The upbeat melody celebrates the magic in everyday places and moments, and the theme of finding joy in the smallest things, like a beautiful autumn day, gives a magical feeling. The guitar riff, lively rhythm, and light vocals emphasize a sense of excitement and wonder for the autumn season reflected in this photo.

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Above: the above-ground operations and communications branch of one of the mining facilities located on the asteroids orbiting HKC 2901 d. Operations are segmented into three major bays; twin prismatic structures jut out of a sleek, flat spine, each overseeing their side, with the center having its own dedicated hub. The heart of the facility lays beneath the surface, a vast sprawling network of mechanical arteries and veins pumping out raw ores of precious metals.

Capturing Campus: Nosebleed

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Content warning: mentions of blood, profanity

Nosebleed

I see red

smell pennies

am I bleeding out 

my nose

or just my eyes 

adjustments are needed

contact lenses or otherwise

I’m woozy

walking somewhere

my legs will carry me there

there is where i will go

I don’t know where  

the world’s blurry

behind fluid-tinted glasses

how funny it is 

that my body can’t contain itself

in lungs or lifeblood

the capacity to

spill over the side

and to want to

pluck reds from strawberry bushes

bell peppers come from bushes too

but you don’t see people picking them

because who’d eat a bell pepper

when life’s dripping

and you’re bleeding all over the fucking carpet

Fantasy Iceland Prince Concepts

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The is Balder, he’s a prince of the Deep Roots, a place I think of as Fantasy Medieval Iceland. He meets Simon far later in his adventures, but I did really want to design him. Ended up designing a general clothing for his subjects. It’s based on Icelandic traditional outfits. Everything is black and embroidered. Balder gets jewelry because he’s a prince. Otherwise, he’s in his comfy robe and pants.

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I get stressed out when people don’t take in the environment around them.

AADL Downtown, 10AM, 8/31/2024

absorbed should have a much more negative connotation than it carries. you are so full that there is nothing left of you. no more capacity to love, to help, to notice. you successfully create an alternate reality that only you can see: everything cut off, no inputs from above, the plane has lost its radar. to pop the fantasy like a balloon feels like slicing into flesh, attention spreading rapidly from the cut. your eyes finally look up–and then, like an infection, the condition switches to me…

I can handle suspense, I can handle horror, but I can’t handle blood… that’s why I hate the Saw movies.

Salvation Army, 5:00PM, 10/14/2024

you are counting the age of a dead child. she lies immobile, chest heaving in the wind. a good pretender, i’ll admit. perished from inside, limbs left to rot. there are flowers where her fingers used to be. i grab a bone and snap it, relishing the crunch, the final release of form. to grow for decades and disappear in one pinch–energy stored is energy gained, nothing is permanent except for a loss of permanence. from the middle of the stump, a seedling reaches for the sunlight. even in death, life always finds a way.

Dementia’s kinda kicking in, huh? But yeah, she’s in good spirits…

AADL Downtown, 4:30PM, 10/29/2024

look at the lips, how they twitch. the eyes, how they lead. beneath the scalp, an occupation–quick to burn, quicker to bleed. having no anchor will leave you stranded even in the harbor. the tide swells and the eddy swirls and you spin, around and around, forgetting which way is forward. we are privy to the comforts of a world unchanged, a diorama, a beetle encased in resin. up in the brain: more spirits, more childhood bedrooms, more confusion, more spinning. the mind’s eye, shattered into a thousand infinities, each one smaller than a drop of water.