“I wish I had a someone who would oberserve me silently, who would capture all my habits and quirks, and still love me. Someone that would get lost in how my fine features define my face, while smiling or crying, and still love me.”—Elay Neal Moses (via wordsthat-speak)
I’ve always thought of this painting as a commentary on what can lead people to commit the most debased and cruel acts. But one must not also forget that Theodore Gericault opted to portray the event in a moment where in the survivors, probably for the first time in two weeks, found hope upon sighting ship at a distance.
AND THEY RE-MAKE IT WITH CYBERMEN. STEEL CLAD EMOTIONLESS CYBERMEN. WHAT.