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A black and white image of people's backs. They all have their arms around each other's shoulders. There are signs reading 'Gay Pride'. Overlaid on the image are the words: The truth - as we have painstakingly established across the previous chapters - is this. There is no idea so grand
A black and white photo of the raid on the Stonewall Inn. A young queer person is surrounded by police and is holding their arms up in the air, they look frightened. Overlaid on the image are the words: that it may not be
A photo from a pride in recent times. It is a police vehicle with NYPD in rainbow lettering and it has rainbow stripes. Overlaid on the image are the words: murdered one day in the slumber of its own complacence.
A colour photo of the 1994 mile long pride flag made by Gilbert Baker. Overlaid are the words: There is no tool which may not be
A picture of an IDF soldier posing with a rainbow pride flag in a part of Gaza that has been completely destroyed, reduced to rubble. Written on the pride flag are the words 'In the name of Love'. Overlaid on the image is text saying: repurposed
A photo from pride this year, 2024, of a badge with a rainbow border that reads 'Hello, my pronouns are'. The badge has the logo of J.P Morgan Chase on it so it appears to read 'Hello, my pronouns are J.P Morgan Chase.' Overlaid on the image are the words: no meaning which will not turn to nonsense - given time.
A photo of Unfinished Painting by Keith Haring, 1989. This painting is a largely blank canvas, except for the upper left corner which is painted in purple with black and white lines. The figures and designs in this corner follow Haring's distinctive art style. This portion of the painting includes rounded 'doodles' including those of the human form. A complete human figure is seen just below the geometric frame of the top left corner. Two other incomplete human figures appear to either side, each lacking a head with their necks flowing into other lines of the painting. The central figure is seen in a 'dancing' pose while the two incomplete figures stand on their hands; each of these body positions is indicative of Haring's art style. This design is interrupted by a jagged edge and uncharacteristic drips across the blank canvas below. These purple streaks are smudged and distributed in an apparently random arrangement across the bottom of the completed portion of the painting. The blank canvas constitutes roughly 3/4 of this painting. The painting was left purposely unfinished by Haring to represent his life being cut short by AIDS. Overlaid on the photo are the words: Time is the cruellest and the kindest deity, for it mocks those who seek to triumph from it; for it suffers no power, humours no tyrant; it topples every great justice
An image of a recent concert. The area is packed with as many people as possible. They all have their hands over their heads forming an 'O' because they are dancing to HOT TO GO! by Chappell Roan. No one is wearing a mask. They are bathed in sunlight and some are holding signs. Overlaid are the words: dismembers reason, rots progress
A photo of "Untitled" (Portrait of Ross in L.A.) by Félix González-Torres. It consists of a pile of candies individually wrapped in variously colored wrappers on the floor in the corner of a room. Viewers are permitted to choose to take a piece of candy from the work and the caption states that there is an “endless supply” of candies. It shows an unusual portrait that does not depict the subject’s face in a conventional way. It rather exemplifies the density, physicality, and weight of the body. The ideal weight of the art installation is 175 pounds, which was the weight Ross had before he suffered from AIDS-induced weight loss. Through the interaction of the audience, the weight of the artwork was gradually reduced. The artist, however, gave the instruction that the pile of candy would always have to be refilled. The reduction of the artwork’s “body” and weight can be interpreted as relating to the weight Ross lost before his death. Overlaid are the words: forgets the stories we laid down at its feet.

The truth - as we have painstakingly established across the previous chapters - is this. There is no idea so grand that it may not be murdered one day in the slumber of its own complacence.

There is no tool which may not be repurposed, no meaning which will not turn to nonsense - given time.

Time is the cruellest and the kindest deity, for it mocks those who seek to triumph from it; for it suffers no power, humours no tyrant; it topples every great justice, dismembers reason, rots progress, forgets the stories we laid down at its feet.

@thesiltverses - Chapter 42