mysteriarch:

bedlamsbard:

#i love this so much #it’s brutal and monumental #suddenly those ships are brought down inside a landscape that we can instinctively measure and size up #unlike in space where the lack of recognizable markers make size something abstract #and they’re huge behemoths fallen down #bigger than the landscape #can i even call them ruins? #much feelings are being have #they need an entire essay to be expressed (via alyyks)

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
‘My name is Ozymandias, king of kings:
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
-Percy Bysshe Shelley