"Tick tock", the cuckoo clock ticks. "Cuckoo", the bird inside sings.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.
As ticks the time, so ticks your heart.
May you live long as you hear its song.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick tock.
Listen close, for when it stops,
the hatchling comes out of its home.
Tick tock tick tock tick tock tick-
Did you hear it? Did it stop?
Do you know what it meant, child?
My child, it meant your time was up.

mm yes 4975 lullaby

beautiful tysm for the pts<3

photography had emerged as an elite art pursued by a few creative individuals for a few wealthy patrons. but now, said bauldelaire, it was succumbing to "the great industrial madness of our times." it was becoming a mass production industry that catered to middle-class tastes, including a taste for gadgetry. the stereoscope, the first 3d imaging system, had turned looking at photographs into parlor entertainment. a "thousand hungry eyes were bending over the peepholes of the stereoscope as though they were the attic-windows of the infinite.