Chris Collaris Architects, House MM Stoombootweg, Amsterdam, Netherlands, 2017
The boy raised the Bible and tore out a page with his teeth and began grinding it in his mouth, his eyes burning. ... The boy rose and picked up the Bible and started toward the hall with it. At the door he paused, a small black figure on the threshold of some dark apocalypse. 'The devil has you in his power,' he said in a jubilant voice and disappeared.
The sky was a chill gray and a startling white-gold sun, like some strange potentate from the east, was rising beyond the black woods that surrounded Timberboro. It cast a strange light over the single block of one-story brick and wooden shacks. Asbury felt that he was about to witness a majestic transformation, that the flat of roofs might at any moment turn into the mounting turrets of some exotic temple for a god he didn’t know.
Flannery O’Connor, “The Enduring Chill,” 1958
The red corrugated lake eased up to within fifty feet of the construction and was bordered on the other side by a black line of woods which appeared at both ends of the view to walk across the water and continue along the edge of the fields.
Flannery O’Connor, “A View of the Woods,” 1956
He knew that now he was wandering into a black strange place where nothing was like it had ever been before, a long old age without respect and an end that would be welcome because it would be the end.
Flannery O’Connor, “The Artificial Nigger,” 1955
Mr. Head explained the sewer system, how the entire city was underlined with it, how it contained all the drainage and was full of rats and how a man could slide into it and be sucked along down endless pitch black tunnels. At any minute any man in the city might be sucked into the sewer and never heard from again. He described it so well that Nelson was for some seconds shaken. He connected the sewer passages with the entrance to hell and understood for the first time how the world was put together in its lower parts. He drew away from the curb.
Flannery O’Connor, “The Artificial Nigger,” 1955
Buehrer Wuest Architekten, Botanical Garden Greenhouse, Grüningen, Switzerland, 2012
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Peter Zumthor, Zinc Mining Museum, Allmannajuvet, Norway, 2016 (via amoretti)
There, spread out as far as I could see were literally thousands of tiny luminous objects that glowed in the black sky like fireflies. I was riding slowly through them, and the sensation was like walking backwards through a pasture where someone had waved a wand and made all the fireflies stop right where they were and glow steadily.
John Glenn, “Interview with Life Magazine on First American Earth Orbit,” c. 1962
