not even half

i spent the day in bloomsbury today, mostly at the british museum (i'd never been!).

clocks and watches. i stood here for quite a while watching the mechanisms of time and trying not to freak out about it.

a roman lock.

i kind of nerded out in the egyptian section.

the graphics...

... and the colours.

there are so many sarcophagi. it becomes quite upsetting to realise just how much the british stole, how destructive (geographically, physically, culturally) they were and how they just did not care. nor do they care now.

onto greece. "so i wonk him." required reading, or listening. (love that the cover of that issue is a grecian urn. pure coincidence.)

me and the rosetta stone. pointless and shit photograph but i couldn't help myself.

elgin marbles. i could rant. just give them back you stupid colonial bastards. they built a museum and everything.

i like the horsies though.

up in printmaking.

there's an exhibition of mexican prints from the early 20th century.

i've seen a lot of skeletons today. which is why i didn't end up going to the wellcome collection.