Mysteries under Moscow

"Imagine walking along endless corridors," recalls Mikhailov, "something dripping from the ceiling, the uneven light of torches. And all of sudden you find yourself in a room full of tanks of formalin, containing various sea monsters."

the space between time

the first picture from here, at the bottom:

a unitarian blog

on paul

Barbeblogs

being an Enumeration of the Works of sundry Luminaries of the Invisible College