“You get what anybody gets. You get a lifetime.” The#bookoftheweek is DEATH The Deluxe Edition, by @neilhimself There is nothing about this book that can’t pass as perfect. @Chris Bachallo work is amazing as usual, and goes great with Gaiman’s words. The stories about how Death comes to earth for a day once every Century, are beautiful, and bittersweet, just like Death herself. The art gallery is huge, the covers and other art by McKean (another all time favorite) are haunting, and the last story with a little cameo of some chainsmoker bastard from Liverpool reminded me of that aftertaste only the comics of the 90’s used to have. 10/10 will Read again.
Heya, do you need a cute, cool, or elegant japanese font? Maybe you can find a font fit in your art style here. You can definitely use more Japanese fonts than Adobe default ones!
Disclaimer: All fonts introduced in this thread are free for personal and commercial use, but some fonts may have their own range of “commercial” (like, no use for videos.) Please check out their copyright details!
1) こども丸ゴシック Kodomo Rounded Gothic / free font / commercial use ok / download at https://typingart.net/?p=40 / Hiragana, katakana, and kanji for 6 to 8 yrs old kids
3) しあさって Shiasatte / free font / commercial use ok / download at http://modi.jpn.org/font_shiasatte.php / Hiragana and katakana only / no number and punctuation mark (I borrowed Nicomoji Plus for the period)
4) やさしさゴシック Yasashisa Gothic / free font / commercial use ok / download at http://www.fontna.com/blog/379 / Hiragana, katakana, kanji
I had a dream, which was not all a dream. The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars Did wander darkling in the eternal space, Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air; Morn came and went and came, and brought no day.
And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you’d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
(el poema es de Sylvia Plath, el dibujo de Skottie Young)
People think dreams aren’t real just because they aren’t made of matter, of particles. Dreams are real. But they are made of viewpoints, of images, of memories and puns and lost hopes.
When the first living thing existed, I was there waiting. When the last living thing dies, my job will be finished. I’ll put the chairs on the tables, turn out the lights and lock the universe behind me when I leave.
