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Prehistoric Pottery Photoset 3, Kelvingrove Museum and Gallery, Glasgow
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urn, Przeworsk culture
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contremineur · 1 year
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Blue glass beads from the Late Bronze Age, found in 1885 when a Danish farmer ploughed up a cremation urn at Kongehøj. Made in Mesopotamia approximately 3,100 years ago, they offer evidence of long-distance trade connections in the prehistoric world.
image from here
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headspacedad · 24 days
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rabbit archeologists
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old news but fun news. Apparently a family of bunnies on the Welsh island of Skokholm were getting up to more than just a new living room when they started burrowing. Caretakers from the island say that, outside the rabbits' burrow, they found several stone age tools and a pottery shard from a burial urn dating back to the Bronze age. These are apparently the first proof positives that the tiny island has been inhabited much longer than previously thought. This went on during lockdown but the plan was to get some people out there digging around once restrictions were raised.
Poor buns. Pretty soon someone's going to be digging up their living room the way they were digging up that grave.
Welsh Bunnies Serve up Prehistoric finds on tiny Skokholm Island
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There was a dig planned back in 2021 but I can't find any articles about it or what else they might have found with the aid of their bunny archaeologist assistants.
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blueiskewl · 1 year
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A Prehistoric Burial with 6 Ankle Bracelets Discovered in France
An individual bedecked in copper jewelry was discovered during the excavation of a protohistoric necropolis in Aubagne, southeastern France.
The necropolis, which served as a transitional site between the late Bronze and early Iron ages from roughly 900 to 600 B.C., was first unearthed in 2021. Ten burials, including three cremation deposits and eight burials buried beneath a tumulus, were discovered at that time. Three additional burials were found during this year’s excavation, one of which was hidden beneath a 33-foot-diameter tumulus. The tumulus is noteworthy because a deep ditch surrounded it, and it probably used to be marked by a ring of stones. However, the burial inside was not furnished.
The two additional graves discovered this season were: The first contained the skeletal remains of a person who was wearing a twisted copper alloy bracelet and a pearl and stone jewel on the left shoulder. Near the deceased’s head, two ceramic pots were buried.
The second non-tumulus burial is the richest found in this necropolis thus far. The individual was buried wearing a tubular torc with rolled terminals around their neck, three ankle bangles, and three toe rings. A brooch and a large ceramic urn were placed next to the deceased.
The tumulus and the first burial are close together. The third was separated from the first two. Each space was clearly and purposefully delimited by structures that are now long gone. A line of postholes separates the tumulus and the first inhumation, indicating a linear structure that once formed the boundary line of space reserved for the dead. The second burial was defined by a six-foot-long alignment of stone blocks.
The discovery of these three graves has significantly increased our knowledge of protohistoric southern French funerary customs. They also show that the necropolis was much larger than what early archaeologists had thought it to be. The necropolis is estimated to have covered at least 1.3 hectares and probably even more, according to the new data.
By Leman Altuntaş.
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amethystamanda · 7 months
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Prehistoric/Stone Age
1000 B.C.E. to 799 B.C.E. (the dates are wrong. Prehistory is too long for me to play from discovery of fire to the bronze age)
At present, I'm planning on 4 game days = 1 year. I tend to be bad at that, so that is very likely to change to 3 days, and maybe 2 days
2 week seasons
Aspirations can be changed once they're completed, unless a sim joining the household has one that doesn't fit the era. Traits can be changed if they're not era-compatible but are otherwise randomized after the original founder(s) (Gen 1).
A generation changes when there's a new head of household. A head outlives their child and the next head is their grandchild? That's the next gen. But they're counted according to birth gen, so it would be Gen 2 and Gen 4 (for making the family tree make sense.)
No fame, no uni, maybe school? Send the kids off to learn with the village elders while the adults get some work done?
Everyone gets a grave, but not for a while (this is actually kind of historically accurate). Headstones/urns must be kept until the time comes to build tombs.
Custom aging, but aging is on. No cakes = sims aging up on their own.
No marriages for the main household, but MCCC can marry other households, both to keep them reproducing and to keep some sense to it.
Jealousy turned off, because no official relationships.
Matriarchal matrilineal society. They did not have marriages or other official relationships (according to my interpretation, at least), so there would be no knowing the other parent unless the child looked like them. Person who got pregnant to person they gave birth to if possible, with a preference for those who can give birth as heirs. If heir is only set to get others pregnant and it doesn't get changed (for my sims, anyone who wants to get pregnant can), their heir is the one who looks most like them, their biological child or not. Adoption possible, but would be less likely to be the heir. Not necessary for the oldest child to be heir--the one who is best suited, according to the head of household, may be chosen.
I think I'm using LIttleMsSam's Miscarriage Chance mod to have a miscarriage and maternal death chance, but that could change to rolling at some point. If the birth parent dies, they can be pled for, but unless it ends the challenge they cannot have any more children.
Rolls for mortality for each birthday up to and including teen. Infant and childhoold mortality stayed high and mostly stable up until nearly/into the 1900s, so that will continue for a long time. The ultimate goal is an average of two surviving children per head of household, which will still be more than enough to make the family tree impossible.
End of life rolls will start at 54 for the hunter-gatherer nomad part, because that's around the life expectancy of those who lived beyond childhood. BUT if there's a major (real life, big enough for me to have found a record of it) world event that a sim survives, their next end of life roll moves forward by a year.
Random events rolled for at the start of every season (starting with the next season. I'll let them get settled in first).
Rolls for in-game events, including alien abductions, fights, in-game earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, in-game illnesses, fights, surprise holidays, vampire attacks.
Rolls for real life events that were major enough to still be known.
I'm starting in Sulani. Moving will happen, both between lots (nomadic lifestyle) and between worlds.
No jobs, but trading (selling things that are gathered or made and buying things with the money) is allowed. Bills have to be paid.
They will be hunter-gatherer nomads in Sulani until around 870 B.C.E. Many households were deleted. I kept the ones in Sulani (the lots were bulldozed, and they have a fire and a cave tent now), any role sims, and some others. MCCC dresser is great for getting them into appropriate clothes.
Start with 2 sims, 5000, and Simple Living, Off the Grid, and Volcanic Activity and/or Quake Zone. (I'll see how long OTG and simple living last.) Also Wild Prairie Grass, for reasons.
There's more, but it's more detail than anything.
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Week 8: What makes Art, Art?
Hey everybody! Here is week 8's sources.
Definition: 
Oxford, english dictionary. “Art.” art_1 Noun - Definition, Pictures, Pronunciation and Usage Notes | Oxford Advanced Learner's Dictionary at OxfordLearnersDictionaries.com, 2023, https://www.oxfordlearnersdictionaries.com/us/definition/english/art_1#:~:text=%2F%C9%91%CB%90t%2F,modern%2Fcontemporary%20art. 
Rules:
Foster, Cary. “Principles and Elements.pdf.” Microsoft Word - Vocabulary.doc, 27 Jan. 2006, https://massart.edu/sites/default/files/Principles%20and%20Elements.pdf. Accessed 24 Feb. 2023. 
Performance art:
Definition: Wainwright, Lisa S. “Performance Art.” Encyclopædia Britannica, Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc., 15 Apr. 2011, https://www.britannica.com/art/performance-art. 
Stanley, Courtney. “14 Of the Most Extreme Performance Art Pieces.” Culture Trip, The Culture Trip, 9 Dec. 2015, https://theculturetrip.com/north-america/usa/articles/14-of-the-most-extreme-performance-art-pieces/. 
(The dinner party) brooklyn, museum. “The Dinner Party by Judy Chicago.” Brooklyn Museum: The Dinner Party by Judy Chicago, https://www.brooklynmuseum.org/exhibitions/dinner_party/. 
(Take the money and run) Chappell, Bill. “For $84,000, an Artist Returned Two Blank Canvasses Titled 'Take the Money and Run'.” NPR, NPR, 29 Sept. 2021, https://www.npr.org/2021/09/29/1041492941/jens-haaning-kunsten-take-the-money-and-run-art-denmark-blank. 
(piss christ) Yood, James W. “Piss Christ.” Encyclopædia Britannica, Encyclopædia Britannica, Inc., 11 Aug. 2022, https://www.britannica.com/topic/Piss-Christ. 
(dropping the Han dynasty urn) Guggenheim, Bilbao. “Ai Weiwei, Dropping a Han Dynasty Urn, 1995.” Guggenheim Museum Bilbao, 2023, https://www.guggenheim-bilbao.eus/en/learn/schools/teachers-guides/ai-weiwei-dropping-han-dynasty-urn-1995. 
(cut piece) “Moma Learning.” MoMA, 2023, https://www.moma.org/learn/moma_learning/yoko-ono-cut-piece-1964/. 
 (time clock) Chen, Sueann. “‘Time Clock Piece’ (One Year Performance 1980-81) -Tehching Hsieh.” Sueann Chen, Sueann Chen, 27 July 2020, https://sueannchen.com/writing/timeclockpiecehsiehtehching. 
(shredded banksy) Pruitt-Young, Sharon. “A Banksy Piece Was Shredded at Auction in 2018. Now, It May Sell for Millions More.” NPR, NPR, 7 Sept. 2021, https://www.npr.org/2021/09/07/1034962331/banksy-shredder-girl-with-balloon-love-is-in-the-bin-auction-sothebys. 
(mattress piece) Smith, Roberta. “In a Mattress, a Lever for Art and Political Protest.” The New York Times, The New York Times, 21 Sept. 2014, https://www.nytimes.com/2014/09/22/arts/design/in-a-mattress-a-fulcrum-of-art-and-political-protest.html. 
(the fountain) Tate. “'Fountain', Marcel Duchamp, 1917, Replica 1964.” Tate, 2023, 
https://www.tate.org.uk/art/artworks/duchamp-fountain-t07573.
Ill cite these in a bit
https://www.history.com/news/prehistoric-cave-paintings-early-humans
Fun Facts: 
Warhol: Strasnick, Stephanie. “5 Things You Never Knew about Andy Warhol.” Architectural Digest, Architectural Digest, 5 Aug. 2016, https://www.architecturaldigest.com/story/andy-warhol-fun-facts. 
Van Gogh: “8 Fascinating Facts about Vincent Van Gogh: Aruma.” Aruma Disability Services, 4 July 2018, https://www.aruma.com.au/about-us/blog/8-fascinating-facts-about-vincent-van-gogh/. 
Magritte: atx, fine arts. “Interesting Facts about Rene Magritte: Q&A's.” ATX Fine Arts, https://www.atxfinearts.com/blogs/news/rene-magritte-facts. 
Koons: LaSane, Andrew. “25 Things You Didn't Know about Jeff Koons.” Complex, Complex, 20 Apr. 2020, https://www.complex.com/style/2013/07/things-you-didnt-know-about-jeff-koons. 
Chagall: “Top 10 Outstanding Facts about Marc Chagall.” Discover Walks Blog, 17 Sept. 2022, https://www.discoverwalks.com/blog/france/top-10-outstanding-facts-about-marc-chagall/. 
Rembrandt: Wedia. “6 Things You May Not Have Known about Rembrandt.” IamExpat, 22 Feb. 2019, https://www.iamexpat.nl/lifestyle/lifestyle-news/things-you-may-not-have-known-about-rembrandt. 
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vrexrobo · 3 years
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GRIFFORZER AND LAMI HAD A BABY
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siliconpoems · 4 years
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'On Whitehorse Hill' Poetry Video written and filmed by The Silicon Tribesman. All rights reserved, 2020.
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mostly-history · 5 years
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Bronze Age cremation urns found near the Neolithic Vaynor Farm Henge (Carmarthenshire, south-west Wales).
Traces of a Bronze Age barrow were found near the Neolithic henge, as well as cremation burials and a site where pyres were lit.  The burials took place from about 2000 – 1650 BC.
None of the cremations (even the intact ones) represented a whole individual.  Some of the cremations were placed in pottery urns (inverted or upright), and some had accessory vessels (empty vessels) within the same grave pit.
The third photo shows an inverted urn.  The fourth photo shows an accessory vessel during excavation, and the smallest of the pots in the fifth photo is also an accessory vessel.
Some of the cremations were buried alone in grave pits, or in cists (stone-lined grave pits).  Many pottery vessels were buried without accompanying cremation remains – they may be the remains of ritual aspects taking place that didn't involve actual cremation.
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Prehistoric Pottery Photoset 3, The Collection, Lincoln
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bakiegaming · 5 years
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Bakie's The Sims 4 Custom Content:  Broken Jar - Trash Can
In this Series I will show you all the Custom Content I made for The Sims 4.
I will show you where to find it in game, how it looks, but also some tips and tricks on using this item in game.
- -Broken Jar - Trash Can- - Searching for a trash can in disguise, then this Broken Jar trash can might be something for you!
For more info, some nice example scenes and the download link, take a look at the video + description!
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yourantiquarian · 4 years
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Iron Age biconical cinerary urn
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ITEM Biconical cinerary urn MATERIAL Pottery CULTURE Iron Age, Villanovan PERIOD 7th Century B.C DIMENSIONS 210 mm x 140 mm CONDITION Good condition, restored, see pictures PROVENANCE Ex Dutch private collection, acquired between 1960 - 1990 Read the full article
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bvccy · 2 years
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Forbidden thoughts | 1. Daydreams of affection
— PAIRING: soft!dark!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader
— SYNOPSIS:  For one of his last missions to make amends, Bucky tracks down the daughter of a man he killed when he was the Winter Soldier. He follows her from a distance at first, then slowly gets to know her. Affection turns to love which turns to lust which turns into something darker. Bucky tells himself he’s stalking her with good intentions, but he knows that isn’t true anymore.
— CHAPTER NOTES: Here we go, babes! Setting up the scene with angst and fluff. Also introducing the new little country, and a few other characters we'll see a bit more of later. It will still be a while before our hero and heroine actually meet. Our Bucky is a sad boy who needs some love :(
— WORDCOUNT: 2.5K
⸻ [MASTERLIST] [AO3] [PLAYLIST]
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The sky was deceptively clear every day, a uniform slate grey that betrayed nothing, carrying the indifferent scent of dust and dampness of a continental climate. Illusions seemed to form in the uncertain mists it made, shadows and colours that mixed among themselves, lights hidden in the fog, and every hour seemed the same until night fell and everything was black until tomorrow. It wasn't the best of conditions to track someone, but he'd been through worse.
She was part of his list of amends, that's why he ended up approaching her — he never would have otherwise. Unassailably aloof underneath that shy façade, mortiferous blend of pride and modesty — Bucky wouldn't even know where to begin with her. He went halfway around the world to find this young woman, secured around seven thousand dollar's worth of funds for a three-month stay plus expenses, came without his weapons and didn't even travel incognito but, complaints aside, it was a welcome break from the mess back home; no dumpster fires in the streets, trash everywhere, drunk vagrants sleeping in the open; no sight of his old streets or longing looks at his childhood home — now expensive way beyond his means — nor calls for favours from old friends who got in trouble. It was just like old times: just him and his mission, and a new unknown terrain.
This far off country named Cathonia, formed in valleys cut by rivers and kept safe by its obscurity, was locked between a dip in Italy's mountains and the edge of Switzerland. The local people, there since prehistoric times, merged mostly peacefully with the Roman colonies that formed along the routes of trade and war out of the peninsula. They still bore signs of the Imperium, as if it had never died: massive buildings in white stone with sharp pediment over the windows, alcoves hiding busts or statues of ancient statesmen, or poets, or philosophers, dated in old Roman numerals and none more recent than the 1800s. Their flag of black and red and white stripes arranged on the horizontal fluttered high above the doorways.
Smaller residential places, tiny villas all iron gates and crawling ivy, looked out of place against the modern cars outside. Marble urns lined the roads, white flowers flowing out, while heavy oaks and sycamores and elms grew wildly all around, their branches hanging tiredly toward the ground to form green domes above the narrow streets and pathways. Men and women walked arm-in-arm, and children played outside with balls and bikes and all sort of self-made toys, like wood-carved horses or dolls sewn out of tablecloths.
Bucky watched all of these things curiously during the ride from the airport — he'd found a cab driver and they managed to communicate between one's broken Italian and the other's. He was in the capital city, Ixum, but it looked more like a ghost town than any other place he'd ever seen. A river ran beside it, bearing the same name, but he only caught a brief glimpse when the car crossed a bridge.
He had a room booked at a hotel called Morfran, the building squat and cracked around the edges with the paint worn out in places, pallid grey chipping away to reveal the blood-red brick beneath. The stairs squeaked and the shower pipes shuddered, but it was warm and dry, and so cheap he thought he stepped back in the 40s for a minute.
After a couple of days, as he got to know his target, he requested to change rooms. Bucky's new 2nd-floor suite had a broad balcony that faced the nearby park she favoured on her evening walks, and this early in the autumn, the sun did not yet set too late. He watched her from a distance for a while, prowling around her usual haunts and keeping track of patterns, habits, a way to catch her someplace that felt natural — just to talk, of course.
And so a new glum afternoon found Bucky standing at the balcony, sipping his bitter coffee more out of a desire to just hold something. His hands were more unsteady lately, perhaps because he was so close to finishing his list — she was the last one on it that was still accessible, not dead or in a jail or gone insane — or perhaps it was the weight of his debt to her that did it. Can't have been easy, losing her father when she was 10 years old.
He seemed a quiet man, tall and wiry with a sunken pallid face and deep grey eyes, and although he worked in journalism, that wasn't what got him into trouble. It was his hobby of birdwatching that had him out that evening, camera at the ready in the worst place, at the worst time, to catch the Soldier stepping out of the forest under the echo of the sound of gunshots. In the end, he wasn't very brave, but neither did he beg.
The wind sounded the same as it did years back, and there was the same scent of wet pines on the air, and a shiver ran through his body as it, too, remembered. The nausea he felt, already a steady companion, was drowned out by another sip of coffee.
Bucky wasn't even sure whether he should follow her home yet, he still had a bit of reading to do on the girl's background, but he already had most of what he needed. She had studied abroad and worked now for some artsy publication, lived alone on the outskirts of the city, and took her evening walks in the nearby park almost every day.
In spite of the monsters his mind produced, within only a few days he'd started to feel at home in this strange place. He had an old mattress that creaked under his weight, a television set that seemed as old as him, wooden desk in aged shades of brown, threadbare carpet in dark colours, and a tiny little bathroom in porcelain and brass. And in this land of strangers, Bucky found he could be anyone: a mystery man on a business trip, the odd tourist, a novelist, a detective on a case, a criminal on the run.
He'd even made friends with another guest at the Morfran. Mr Eugene Daimon was a portly Englishman who stopped there to see a nephew on his way to a health resort — he was going there to take the waters and some mud baths that, he said, worked wonders for arthritis.
"You may not need it now," he spoke as he loaded a plate with sausages and eggs that morning, "but when you get older, you'll see…"
"Past a certain point, everything hurts, right?" said Bucky, smiling at the man who was about half his real age.
"That's right."
When asked what he was doing there, he didn't have the heart to lie.
"I'm looking for someone."
"Are you a policeman?" Mr Daimon asked with suspicion as he sipped his tea, grey whiskers going in first.
"Not exactly…"
"You're not some scummy journalist, are you?"
"Oh, no," he laughed, cheeks aching with the unusual strain of it.
"In that case, James, whatever you are, I hope you find her."
"How did you know it's a she?"
"You just confirmed it, haven't you?" chuckled Mr Daimon.
Hours later, down below, the girl snuggled in her coat and tried to read a book. She kept getting distracted by her thoughts and looking up, seeing people walk their dogs around the park, or children with their parents, before she started reading the same page over and over again.
Bucky's eyes didn't leave her figure: tracing a lock of hair curled around her coat collar, the dip of the waist as she leaned sideways on the bench, the stretch of one calf in its creamy stocking as she sat cross-legged, then back up to the fingers curled around the book as if it were the edges of a cliff. Then upward still toward her lips set firmly in a line and pale with tiredness, and those eyes that were reading without moving — pretending, dreaming, thinking — looking liquid as if her soul could drip out at any moment; lazy remnants of eyeshadow were smudged around the corners, rubbed a little during the day, wetted by a few involuntary tears.
If he hadn't tracked her down for his mission, she could fade into the background, a silent part of the scenery, painted in shades of red and white and black and brown, cold and damp and trembling like the autumn all around her. He wondered what it would be like to know her, really know her… He could sit by her side, talk about his day, listen to her talking about hers, and look down to see how nicely her hand fit in his.
In his daydreams, they would be neither here nor back in New York City. In an in-between world of their own, he could take her to places where nobody else went, hold her in his arms and let her lean against him, his heart racing at just the feeling — just the thought — of what the angles of her body felt like through both their autumn coats. He could bring her flowers — white roses first, then move to pink and red — and watch her smile, and blush, and bite her fleshy lower lip as she looked up at him.
She'd take him to the cinema and he would take her dancing, her fingers interlinked with his, little nails like claws digging in at every twirl, and by the end he'd have her laughing, giggling into his chest, her own heart beating away right next to his as he held her close.
Bucky's stomach was in knots by the time the girl went home, feeling full and fluttery, but he went to dinner anyway. Mr Daimon was already there, sitting with a tall thin lady with a golden mane, and though Bucky waved politely and tried to keep on walking, he could not escape his new friend's beckoning.
"We just got here, haven't even ordered yet. You don't know each other, do you?"
"I don't think so," the lady said.
Bucky gripped the back of the empty third seat as he waited to be introduced.
"This is Mrs Lucile Aster, a good friend."
"Only sometimes," she said, smiling with an acid air.
"My dear, this is Mr James Barnes."
"How do you do," he nodded, and finally sat down.
"You look oddly familiar…" the woman spoke as she took a closer glance at him.
"I guess that's likely, maybe we've seen each other around the lobby," said Bucky as he tucked the metal hand between his knees.
Mrs Aster had a full round face, but there was something famished in her eyes. The accent placed her somewhere in the south of France.
"So what was that about only being friends sometimes?" Bucky asked, hoping to distract the two.
"We're professional rivals," Mrs Aster chuckled. "I hate him occasionally, but he's too fun to not speak to."
"Nicest thing she's said about me in five years," Eugene mumbled.
They chatted and laughed a little over dinner, but something about the conversation struck Bucky like a memory from a dream: endless, repeating, distant. He went back to his room as if sleepwalking and let the desk lamp on his bedside table burn into the night as he stayed awake and tried to find a way out through this fog.
A darkness so thick it felt material fell over his room and by his side that single golden light, a little sylph, shone while his thoughts circled and were pulled toward the girl again. It was easy to pretend that she was by his side, laying there, just out of reach, curled up with her back to him, and any minute now he'd start to feel her body heat. He wanted to lay on his side and wrap his arm around her, but knowing he would not find her there and to protect himself from disappointment, Bucky instead closed his eyes and pictured it: arm curling around her waist to pull her close, face buried in her hair and smelling the perfume, and maybe then she'd turn around and hold him in her arms and fall asleep with her tired face resting right against his chest.
He couldn't tell when it was he fell asleep. It was deep in the night because the moon had almost set outside, stars shining in the cloudless sky, and with heavy limbs, Bucky stretched toward the table and finally turned the light off. He was alone, the small part of him that was awake knew as much, but at the back of his mind, she was there — as a desire, if nothing else. She'd sigh when his motions woke her up, and he would pet her head, apologise, and tuck them both back in. It was too dark to see, and she was far away, but Bucky knew she'd smile.
The morning sun woke him up next morning. Around the edges of his mind floated the remnants of a few dreams, but they soon slipped from his grasp. His eyes adjusted to the light but he neither moved nor stretched, he just lay there listening, feeling the bed, his body, the soft sheets tangled around his legs, the air coming from the open window. The metal arm was a bit warm from where he'd laid on it. Bucky gradually remembered what he was thinking of last night, and in the clarity of day, a sense of guilt washed over him.
"You're losing it, old man," he grumbled, suddenly angry with himself.
She was just a young woman he hadn't even met yet, why was he imagining a life with her? If she knew this nutcase was watching her almost every day, and now was soothing his lonely nights with lurid dreams of her, what would she even think…?
"Occupational hazard," Bucky sighed as he turned his head toward the balcony.
After all, it wasn't his fault he could imagine what she felt like, what her perfume was, how soft her body would feel after a good night's sleep…
He would love to kiss her in the morning, just chastely on the cheek. Her lashes, soft like bird fluff, would leave a shadow on her skin, and her lips would look a little swollen maybe… He turned around and threw a leg over the duvet the way he'd curl it over her, to pull her closer. He hoped his girl would like to cuddle, like to rub herself up into him until he felt her whole body from the chest down to his legs, felt her curled up fists pressed into his ribs, the warm breath of her nose fanning on his neck, her moan as his hands travelled from her waist to her lower back and drew circles on her skin.
With a troubled sigh and growl, Bucky turned and heaved himself out of bed. He didn't, shouldn't want to have these thoughts about her. The metal hand came up to rub down his heated face, but it couldn't wipe the shame away.
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2,600-Year-Old Prehistoric Necropolis in France Reveals Treasures
A prehistoric necropolis used between 900 and 600 BC in Aubagne in southeastern France has revealed a first millennium BC individual, bedecked in copper jewelry, after two rounds of excavations in 2022. The transitional late Bronze and early Iron Age necropolis, 3.21 acres (1.3 hectares) wide, had been excavated the first time in 2021, yielding a treasure trove of information that has significantly increased our knowledge of protohistoric southern French funerary customs.
When first uncovered in 2021, ten burials were discovered and three cremation depots have been searched under a massive tumulus, according to a press release by INRAP (French National Institute for Preventive Archaeological Research). Measuring 108 feet (33 meters) in diameter, a tumulus is a mound of earth and stones raised over a grave or multiple graves. This particular tumulus was surrounded by a deep ditch and was probably originally marked by a ring of stones. The burial within was unlikely to be furnished.
Non-Tumulus Burials and Demarcation
The two other non-tumulus burials found this year included the skeletal remains of an individual with a twisted copper alloy bracelet, with a pearl and stone jewel on the left shoulder. This person had two ceramic pots buried near their head, which was typical of the burials of this time period.
The second non-tumulus burial has been the richest treasure trove so far in the necropolis; they were buried with a tubular torc with rolled terminals around the neck. Three bangles on each ankle and three toe rings were found, as well as a brooch and a large ceramic urn. Urns are also another burial emblem from this time period.
According to a report from Arkeo News , the first burial and tumulus are in close proximity to one another. The third was distant from the other two. Each space was clearly demarked and delimited with intention, but that demarcation no longer exists. The only remnants are a line of postholes, which suggest the existence of a linear structure once upon a time. There is space reserved for the burial of the dead, also observed in the second burial, which is marked by an alignment of stone blocks not more than six feet (two meters) long.
Occupation of the Middle Neolithic Site
Ceramic furniture found at the site, and other aspects of material culture, date the first phase of this habitation to mid-Neolithic (4600-4300 AD). The anchoring of posts at these sites suggests the presence of dwellings with other domestic and conservation structures like silos. One of the smallest buildings covers an area of 645 square feet (60m 2), while the larger one is generally rectangular covering around 1,000 square feet (100m 2), which is rectangular in nature.
The next phase of occupation is from the phase of the Final Neolithic (3500-2200 BC), with the facilities intended to structure and define space. Here, an alignment of large oblong pits, oriented east-west, are found relating to this chronological space. Numerous fragments of ceramic, grinding wheels, scorched raw earth have been found, showing construction and habitation during this phase.
In this area, there is also a large, irregularly planned polylobed pit is explored, between 10 feet (3 meters) and 23 feet (7 meters) wide, and over 46 feet (14 meters) in length. Here, there are numerous surrounds succeeding one another. Initially, the scientists pondered whether it could be a storage unit, but that function was ruled out. The new hypothesis is an extraction of materials, perhaps in search of the water table to extract water for cattle.
Moving forward, historians hope to uncover more burial practices of this time period in Western Europe, which will help glean how ancient societies treated their dead.
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