what is it, do you think, that we see reflected in this submarine’s eyes? is it remorse, accrued through a life in service to Cold War military adventurism? is it a yearning for freedom?
every pulse of active sonar kills thousands of living things, somewhere down the line. even the noise and pressure of propellers cause damage to sensitive biological systems underwater. this is a thing incapable of existing without spilling blood, created to destroy the entire world, glimpsed in a rare moment where it is not destroying life. what expression does it have? is it relief? is it regret? no. it is tedium. it is an unsatisfied and total lust for murder. this submarine is humanity. this submarine is hell
“I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost.”
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever been a stripper?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
Oh—you wouldn’t date a girl who’s ever done porn?
In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever watched porn.
You’re the reason we exist.
You’re the demand to our supply.
If you disdain sex workers, don’t you dare consume our labor.
As they say in the industry, “People jack off with the left hand and point with the right.””