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I love the town of Port Deposit Maryland. It's all these incredibly old houses build onto levels carved into the side of a mountain overlooking a river and it's not actually "far" from anything else yet there's still a good few miles of little to nothing on all sides making it feel very much like an isolated bubble. I want to say it has never changed, but the residents are constantly building more stuff onto the homes as they deteriorate. They have been doing this since I was a baby, so does that mean it always changes, or does that mean it never changes, because constant change is its natural state?! It's like a bunch of different game assets clipping through each other, assembled by someone with a rough understanding of what a town looks like and how to make it look relatively normal from just certain angles.

Today there were all these vultures at a park there

Port Deposit also declared its own two genders, but they are both welcome to use any restroom they please

I grew up 20 minutes away from it but I never met anyone who lives there or works there. People definitely DO. We met a super nice lady today who owns her own little coffee bar there. But it is difficult to accept that anyone in Port Deposit really exists concurrently with the current timeline of this universe. It will blow my mind if there's a single person on tumblr who lives there. The population feels like it's just 20 or 30 aunts and uncles. I don't know whose aunts and uncles. But they are somebody's.

@revretch and I especially always loved the entire gargantuan towering hillside eaten by Kudzu, right around the back from some of the above photos. I took these pictures in the fall almost a decade ago:

Now here's the same hill from two days ago, but in the early springtime:

Does the kudzu have yet to grow its summer leaves in (does it do that?) or was it all successfully killed off??

Coyote Spine in Glass Jar by Andy Paiko

Dresden, East Germany, 1973. Photo by Eugen Nosko.

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ALIEN 3 (1992)

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When I began my stand-up career in the late 1990s, most of my gigs were in the sordid dive bars of Parkdale in Toronto.

Today the neighborhood is completely gentrified, but back then Parkdale was an area you were supposed to stay clear of.

This is what the atmosphere looked like back then, when I'd take the streetcar from Kipling to Gladstone, to do shows at The Tennessee, Club OV's, and the Gladstone Hotel.

I miss this sort of urban neighborhood.

The Rock 'n' Roll Sex Club neighborhood

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Susan Sarandon photographed by Chris Von Wangenheim for Crawdaddy Magazine, 1978