oh, yes by Bukowski

there are worse things than
being alone
but it often takes decades
to realize this
and most often
when you do
it's too late
and there's nothing worse
than
too late.

James Valentine, Moray House, Edinburgh, 1850

Charles Nègre, The Vampire, 1853

Pink Floyd, Wish You Were Here

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
A walk on part in the war
For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
Swimming in a fish bowl,
Year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here.

George Frederic Watts, Hope, 1886

Ludwig van Beethoven, Grosse Fuge

Axel Törneman, Absinthe, 1902

David Roberts, Abu Simbel Temple Of Ramesses II, 1838

The Necks, Sex

Richard van Orley II, The Drunken Silenus, 1618

"Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious. And however difficult life may seem, there is always something you can do and succeed at. It matters that you don’t just give up." ~ Stephen Hawking

František Drtikol, Untitled

Fergus Bourke, Untitled, 1968

Oil & Steel by Henri Cole

My father lived in a dirty dish mausoleum,
watching a portable black-and-white television,
reading the Encyclopedia Britannica,
which he preferred to Modern Fiction.
One by one, his schnauzers died of liver disease,
except the one that guarded his corpse
found holding a tumbler of Bushmills.
"Dead is dead,' he would say, an anti-preacher.
I took a plaid shirt from the bedroom closet
and some motor oil—my inheritance.
Once, I saw him weep in a courtroom—
neglected, needing nursing—this man who never showed
me much affection but gave me a knack
for solitude, which has been mostly useful. 

Bill Brandt, London, 1954

DIIV, Doused

Galaxie 500, Don't Let Our Youth Go to Waste (The Modern Lovers cover)

Bill Brandt, Early Morning on the River, London Bridge, 1935

The Psychedelic Furs, Love My Way

Henri Cartier-Bresson, Camondo Stairs in Karaköy, 1964