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modern aesthetics: the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald

there is still a light across the way, and the lights of his home still shine long into the night, bodies massing through his own halls, whispering his name, tales of a war, and a man without a past.

it’s a dream they live in, and it’s only Eckerberg that sees the gunshots and men built upon lies. they’ll believe it to be beauty, it’s only the eyes that know that the dream was dead long before 1918.

at some point, all that changes is gatsby’s names for nick and terms for such a man, especially after the latter finally elaborated on the meanings of ‘bae’ and ‘shade.’ for example.

requested by @empyrreal

11.23.15.

1/100 days of productivity | starting this “challenge” for myself with either visual or textual documentation of my work/progress, because this is crunch time and I gotta step up my game!! first official day of thanksgiving break (weekends don’t count right….) and I am starting off with a packed schedule, two navel oranges, and renewed motivation ( ̄▽ ̄)