🎬 By the Sea [Vue sur mer] (2015)
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#ByTheSea
#Drama
#Romance
#Marriage
#Grief
#Isolation
#Mediterranean
#AuteurCinema
No one ever told me that grief felt so like fear. I am not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning. I keep on swallowing.
At other times it feels like being mildly drunk, or concussed. There is a sort of invisible blanket between the world and me. I find it hard to take in what anyone says. Or perhaps, hard to want to take it in. It is so uninteresting. Yet I want the others to be about me. I dread the moments when the house is empty. If only they would talk to one another and not to me.
C. S. Lewis (1898-1963) English writer, literary scholar, lay theologian [Clive Staples Lewis]
A Grief Observed, ch. 1 (1961)
More about this quote: wist.info/lewis-cs/35791/
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #cslewis #bereavement #death #depression #detachment #fear #grief #grieving #isolation #life #loss #mourning #shock #sorrow
Shunned, isolated, and with his locker defaced, Kakeru is persona non grata. An encounter with Asahi confirms his deepest fear: he was sacrificed. Dive into the devastating fallout! #PersonaNonGrata #Isolation #Betrayal #HighSchoolDrama
https://artsincubator.ca/bl-stories/espionage-spy-fiction/persona-non-grata
Echoes of Language
"Isolation"
Explore Art: https://art.blackcatwhitehatsecurity.com/imageViewer.cfm?id=74
#Isolation #ArtificialIntelligence
#CognitiveDissonance #LifeInAmerica #LifeInTheUS #LifeUnderFascism #DailyLife #Silence #Loneliness #Activism #DayJobs #Corporate #CorpoWorld #ProfessionalLife #Isolation #Disorientation #USpolitics Originally posted on TikTok by @ rescuedogswithtude
Digesting Food Studies—Episode 113: Eating and Social Isolation
https://rss.com/podcasts/digesting-food-studies/2422624/
Do you eat alone, or with others? Is it by choice, or are your commensality options dictated by your social condition, your domestic situation, your access to shared space? https://doi.org/10.15353/cfs-rcea.v4i2.220
Eating is both a unifier and divider in our food cultures, and the spaces in which we do it can both support connection-making and reinforce isolation. This episode focuses on an audio artwork by Mélanie Binette—a sound installation in a Montréal community restaurant called “Invité.e.s Invisible.s”—intended to help solo eaters connect.
Plus, Alexia Moyer shares two other soundscapes and their implications for sociability, while Samphe Ballamingie responds poetically to Mélanie’s artistic intervention.
#DigestingFoodStudies
#FoodSystems
#Eating
#Art
#Isolation
#Society
#Commensality
#Soundscape
#MilieuDeNullePart
#LeChicRestoPop
#HochelagaMaisonneuve
#FoodStudies
#Academia
#FoodPodcast
photo: Patrick Ma
Frage: PCR-Test im #Krankenhaus #Coronavirus SARS-CoV-2, #Viruslast
Positiver Schnelltest und deshalb #Isolation seit 22.12.2025! Keine Symptome…
Nach negativem Schnelltest erfolgten mehrere PCR-Tests. (Mitpatientin mit Symptomen ist seit zwei Wochen in die Häuslichkeit entlassen.)
Letzter Ct-Wert 38, angeblich noch zu hohes Ansteckungsrisiko!
Wirklich?
Heute sollte Entlassung in die Kurzzeitpflege erfolgen. Das wurde verschoben, weil erneut getestet wurde und das Ergebnis abgewartet wird. 🤨
https://fosdem.org/2026/fringe/# I am wondering if there is any #community side event like a dinner about #virtualization / #containers / #isolation / #cloud / #microkernel ? any hint @gyptazy from
#Proxmox community ?
@mattiem not sure I follow, I basically just want to wrap arbitrary code in some at-start/at-stop code, and not have to worry about the contents of the closure (ideally it would just inline the start/stop bit, but I guess I'd need a macro for that). "Non-Sendable types are cool too you know" specifically says use #isolation
since my first attempt to solve this was to visit https://fuckingapproachableswiftconcurrency.com and it didn't have the solution, I've opened a PR explaining #isolation so I don't have to try to figure this out again: https://github.com/pepicrft/fuckingapproachableswiftconcurrency/pull/17
Shaving: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Nigel couldn’t believe his beard had gotten this long.
It was down to his chest, tangled and frizzy. It was black, but almost brown at its feathery edges. He could hear his father yelling at him to trim it, his high, almost husky voice echoing in his head. His father was ex military. He loved the clean shaven look and forced Nigel to follow that hairless motif, even though Nigel hadn’t picked up a weapon until the Drum started. Now, he always had one with him. The ravaged green world demanded it, even with the Drum destroyed and the Unnamed no longer hunting him at night.
Nigel wondered if his father was still alive in the nursing home in Saint Louis Park. He had barely been alive before the Drum. It wouldn’t make any sense for him to be spared.
Nigel had been lucky to hide in his Golden Valley home for most of the apocalypse. He had left for a few weeks to join survivors fighting an Unnamed by a lake that kept attacking them. It had been a hard fought battle. Only Nigel and a few others survived. None of them had the appetite for further confrontations with the Unnamed, and they all retreated to their former hiding spots. Those had been the last people he’d spoken to, except for a band of soldiers passing through who told him the Drum was destroyed, and the Unnamed were nonviolent unless attacked.
Nigel felt his dark, reflectionless face. His features were gaunt, weathered by a lack of nutritious food. His cheeks were flat, his nose large, his forehead dry. His lips were cracked and bloody in places. The weather had been fine. It was the fear eroding his flesh. The constant worry of the Unnamed returning, or a crazed Reanimated storming through the neighborhood.
Slowly, above his white bathroom sink, he began to trim his beard. There was no electricity for his razor, so he resorted to a pair of orange handled scissors he kept in his office for trimming documents. They were sharp, but loud as they crushed the fibers between its blades. In minutes, most of his beard was reduced to a prickly edge beneath his fingers. He sighed.
“I guess it’s time. They said it was safe.”
Ahead of him hung a wool blanket, yellow and brown, duct taped to the wall in miscellaneous streaks of silver adhesive. It dangled just above the sink.
It blocked the mirror.
He’d put it up during the first week, when he noticed the shadows watching him. Now, with the Drum destroyed, survivors passing through told him mirrors and reflections were back to normal. They no longer held phantoms.
He slowly reached for the fabric, then stopped.
“I can’t do it.”
He walked out of the bathroom with a shrug.
“I can’t believe it’s okay.”
I really enjoy writing about these quieter moments in the Greenland Diaries, where characters are learning to live again after a horrifying ordeal that shook the foundations of humanity. These bits of flash fiction give me ample opportunity for it. You can learn more about the mainline series right here. Thank you for reading!
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #teraryHorror #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
"The truth is that Barr is neither a sage nor a hermit. He doesn’t pretend to know what a lifetime in the woods has taught him." Robert Sanchez for 5280
https://5280.com/winter-finally-comes-for-gothics-billy-barr/?src=longreads
#longreads #isolation #offgrid #climatechange #colorado #mountains #writing
A quotation from Samuel Johnson
The greater part of the admirers of solitude, as of all other classes of mankind, have no higher or remoter view, than the present gratification of their passions. Of these, some, haughty and impetuous, fly from society only because they cannot bear to repay to others the regard which themselves exact; and think no state of life eligible, but that which places them out of the reach of censure or control, and affords them opportunities of living in a perpetual compliance with their own inclinations, without the necessity of regulating their actions by any other man’s convenience or opinion.
There are others, of minds more delicate and tender, easily offended by every deviation from rectitude, soon disgusted by ignorance or impertinence, and always expecting from the conversation of mankind more elegance, purity and truth, than the mingled mass of life will easily afford. Such men are in haste to retire from grossness, falsehood and brutality; and hope to find in private habitations at least a negative felicity, an exemption from the shocks and perturbations with which publick scenes are continually distressing them.
To neither of these votaries will solitude afford that content, which she has been taught so lavishly to promise. The man of arrogance will quickly discover, that by escaping from his opponents he has lost his flatterers, that greatness is nothing where it is not seen, and power nothing where it cannot be felt: and he, whose faculties are employed in too close an observation of failings and defects, will find his condition very little mended by transferring his attention from others to himself: he will probably soon come back in quest of new objects, and be glad to keep his captiousness employed on any character rather than his own.
Samuel Johnson (1709-1784) English writer, lexicographer, critic
Essay (1754-01-19), The Adventurer, No. 126
More about this quote: wist.info/johnson-samuel/81166…
#quote #quotes #quotation #qotd #samueljohnson #alone #isolation #misanthropy #privacy #retirement #selfawareness #selfindulgence #society #solitude #withdrawal #vacation
Seit 21 Jahre in Isolationshaft - Mitten in Deutschland!
Christian Bogner ist 70 Jahre alt, seit über 21 Jahren sitzt er in Isolationshaft. Mehrfach in den vergangenen 50 Jahren erfolgreich aus Gefängnissen geflohen, wurde er nach seiner letzten Flucht am 26. Oktober 2004 aus der JVA Lübeck nur Tage später festgenommen. Weil er während der Flucht einen Menschen getötet haben soll, wurde Christian Bogner zu lebenslanger Freiheitsstrafe verurteilt. Gegen dieser Verurteilung läuft zur Zeit ein Wiederaufnahmeantrag. Seit seiner Festnahme Ende Oktober 2004 wird er von der Justiz in Sicherheitsstationen in Einzelhaft gehalten.
Seine Situation wirft zentrale Fragen auf: Wie viele Jahre ohne echten sozialen Kontakt sind psychisch und körperlich verantwortbar? Studien bezeichnen extrem lange Isolation als traumatisierend, manche Expert*innen sprechen bei langjähriger Einzelhaft von Folter. Wie wirkt sich extrem lange Isolation auf Menschen aus?
Wie hat die langjährige Isolation Christian Bogners Erleben verändert, wie schaut er aus seiner Zelle in der JVA Oldenburg, auf sich selbst und auf das Thema Isolationshaft?
Für @RDL konnte ich mit Christian darüber in einem Telefonat sprechen.
https://rdl.de/Christian_Bogner_Isolationshaft_Januar_2026_RDL
#rdl #bogner #isolation #isolationshaft #knast #oldenburg #niedersachsen #jva #jvaoldenburg #folter #gefangnis #gefängnis #flucht #ausbruch #jura #jurabubble #samstag #samstagabend #deutschland #menschenrechte #rechtsstaat #repression #gnadenlos #justizvollzug #lübeck #lubeck #jvalübeck #rechtspolitik #grune #grüne #Volkerbajus #EvrimCamuz #StephanBeins #hannover #landtag
I Can’t Leave: A Greenland Diaries Flash Fiction
Rob had memorized the pattern of abandoned cars in the parking lot outside the building. A red van, a blue truck, a few white sedans, silent and sun faded, lay scattered across the velvet sheet of greenery in the basin around the office tower he’d been hiding in. He’d been fixing a boiler in the basement when the Drum began. Most of the building was empty that first night. Everyone had already left for the day. Only a handful were torn apart beneath the Unnamed’s obscene claws.
And then the office was empty.
Except for Rob.
He had always imagined himself different at the end of the world. At six foot five, all elbows and height, with an unkempt beard dropping to his chest and a perpetually worn Minnesota Twins cap, he’d figured he’d look the part. He had thought of himself as stereotypically male, chew, flannels, and a quiet, lumbering confidence. But when the monsters arrived and stalked the hallways, he learned quickly how fragile that image was. Back on his grandfather’s farm, he and his friends in their local anti government militia had joked that if the world ever collapsed, they’d be ready.
But once the Unnamed descended and began mutilating and resurrecting their victims, the only thing Rob grew adept at was hiding.
For someone so tall and broad, sneaking through the office should have been impossible, yet he’d shaped himself to its shadows. He learned to bend beneath desks, wedge between bookshelves, flatten against cubicles. Even when the Reanimated drifted through, he found ways to slip past them, though other survivors told him not to fear them. Those survivors were nothing like him. They weren’t afraid of the shadows. They fought them day and night. He’d heard their skirmishes echoing through the Drum. Even now, with it finally over, the night outside carried only wind, insects, and the soft groan of the building settling.
How were they so brave?
A few survivors had passed through recently and told him he could go home, or even find work with the Reestablishment. But he couldn’t force himself to leave the gray block of the office. Every time he packed his few supplies, slung the rifle he’d taken off a dead soldier, and started toward home, he barely made it a few blocks. A shadow, a rattle of debris, a shift in the wind, anything could spook him, and he’d sprint back to the familiar corners of the office floor.
Day or night didn’t matter.
He just couldn’t leave.
Thank you for reading my flash fiction from the Greenland Diaries. In this story, I wanted to show a character you might expect to be strong because of how they postured their identity, but when the apocalypse appeared they realized it was all an image without integrity. They weren’t actually built for the conflict they thought they were seeking. Monsters are an excellent mirror.
#author #blogging #bodyHorror #books #cosmicHorror #darkFantasy #darkFiction #decay #fantasy #fiction #flashFiction #grief #hauntedLandscapes #horror #horrorWriting #identity #isolation #liminalSpaces #literaryHorror #machines #memory #monsters #obsession #patrickWMarsh #poeticProse #prosePoetry #psychologicalHorror #shortStories #speculativeFiction #survival #theGreenlandDiaries #transformation #trauma #weirdFiction #writing
chroot - fs isolation
systemd nspawn container - namespace isolation
podman - hardware isolation
#Bootc #containers are designed to create bootable images from container inputs, allowing for the deployment and management of entire operating systems using container technology. #QEMU, on the other hand, is a hardware virtualization tool that can run virtual machines, including those created from bootc images, providing a way to emulate different hardware architectures.
#virtualization #isolation #container #cloud #devops #production #infrastructure
what about #incus how is this different?-- correct me if I am wrong
Containers package an application with its dependencies and run on a shared operating system, while #unikernel compile an application with only the necessary OS components, allowing them to run independently and more efficiently, especially in resource-constrained environments.
Our son went out with his workmates pre-Christmas and caught something - unfortunately not a fish. He then spread it to the rest of us.
Sore throat, claggy, slight headache, decongestant seems to help. Weird one.
No big deal, but means we’re staying away from other folk so we don’t spread it. 😂 Plenty of games here to amuse ourselves with, and nobody has to be back at work for at least a week.
Why Highly Intelligent People Are Often the Most Emotionally Isolated?
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