Created by Efisio Marini, an Italian naturalist doctor, this table is made completely out of human remains, including petrified brain, blood, liver, bile, lung, and glands. On the top of the table sits a foot, four ears, and a cut vertebrae. It is housed as the Museum of the History of Medicine, located in Paris, France.
Vine compilations on YouTube are the absolute pinnacle of millennial humor. The nostalgic compendium of their peers in an industry that they watched rise, fall, and burn in such a short period of their lifetime is parallel to the rapid technological advancements and obsolescence observed within the last two decades. Furthermore, the titles given to each video allude to the solidarity of depression, existential-crisis, and comfort they have sought from the internet. In this essay, I will
Me, suddenly awake at 3:42 am: Why are there multiple rock formations around American called “The Devil’s Teatable” like what does he just run around the country drinking tea on fucking rocks I don’t think so
matt: im a blind catholic lawyer by day vigilante by night coping with my childhood trauma, adulthood trauma, debilitating mental illnesses, and repressed homosexuality by punching people into comas while im dressed as the devil, a costume that was originally made from my murdered father’s boxer’s robes. also im a serial dater a compulsive liar and one time i pretended to be my own twin brother for way longer than anyone should have let me. i might have murdered someone on my way here but who can never be sure. amen
“Yes,”
I say, simply. James and I put each other through the kind of reckless
passions Gwendolyn once talked about, joy and anger and desire and
despair. After all that, was it really so strange? I am no longer
baffled or amazed or embarrassed by it. “Yes, I was.” It’s not the whole
truth. The whole truth is, I’m in love with him still.
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