"A nuclear explosion." Fallout Protection: What to Know and Do About Nuclear Attack. 1961.
Science History Institute
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To be clear, this is not the answer that you would prefer to experience if you had to, this is just what you think is objectively the sexiest way for humanity to go out
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Eddo Hartmann. The Sacrifice Zone. The Polygon, Kazakhstan, which was once home to the Soviet Union’s nuclear testing facilities.
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So I just saw Godzilla: Minus One
Omg everybody stop everything and go see this movie ASAP. It's INCREDIBLE!!
Post-War Period Piece??? Caring about the human characters??? Takashi making the best Godzilla film TO DATE???? The fear!!! The tension! The emotion!!! The hope for a brighter future in spite of terror and pain!!! So fucking good!!!
He looks fantastic too. What a guy. Favorite film of the year hands down.
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Gotta prep for anything folks. Watch this vid and let us know what you think.
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The silence after the fallout
mocks the arrogance of humanity.
As ashes fall and flesh burns,
dandelions shrivel
as the remaining wishes
are too hard to bear
for the frozen roots.
Strike me cold, but you still missed.
You hope the fires will consume me--
slowly, like a familiar lover
who grazes through my legs
and tries to ignite
a dormant beast back
to its base desires.
Morning doesn't come when the sun rises, but when one wakes up and sees the day with crystal-clear eyes.
But it's hard to seize it when buds
aren't allowed to bloom,
nor when pearls glow, but one is not allowed to touch them.
To speak of love is to shatter a pact,
to counter sanctity with humanity--
flawed, off the mark,
with its broken wings
and scoundrel ambitions,
is a lost cause
for those who yearn it. --Elda Mengisto
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Eddie Hausner - Civil Defense Nuclear Fallout Drill, NYC, 1951
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CW - death
The news has told us the one thing we never wanted to hear. They have fired it. The missile is on it's way, we only have so long. My eyes well up with tears and I collapse onto my knees. I don't know what to say, how to react. I feel a hand on my shoulder, my girlfriend's hand, Sarah. How long do we have? How long until...
I look up at her, brushing my hair out of my face, tears still silently falling down my cheeks. She wasn't much better, her eyes were screaming for me, for us. I pulled myself up off the floor and moved away from the TV, brushing off my skirt. I looked out the window, the sky, it was so beautiful, a twilight evening. It looked just the same as the night I confessed I loved her. The sun dipping slowly behind the horizon, the sky painted with yellows, oranges and purples. It was too much knowing this is how it would end.
Sarah silently went out the front door, brushing past me, I barely noticed her. I'm too transfixed on the sky. I only saw her as she stood in front of the window. I tried to pull myself together, but it's so hard to remain calm when you know it's impossible. I follow her out the door. I don't say a word I only walk up next to her. We stare towards the horizon, basking in it's distressing beauty. She rest her head on my shoulder, her tears slowly soaking into the fabric. But I don't care, she's here with me, we're together.
And we hear it. We hear it before we see it, the enormous boom followed by that great looming cloud in the distance. I hold her hand as we watch the clouds grow bigger. We watch as they rumble towards us blasting through houses and families. She holds my hand tighter. I pull her close. The air begins to heat up around us as the clouds move ever closer. I turn to stare into her eyes one last time. The heat becomes unbearable. "Sarah, I love-"
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