Poster for Wolves In The Throne Room "Celestite" Tour (2014)
"The wind cast a ruin upon my soul.The night is dying, yet we cursed the dawn, each mourning, upon a festering grave.The moonlight has no shine through the doom. The burning corpse of god shall keep us warm in the doom of howling winds, for we are a race from beyond the wanderers of night…"
Photo from the Grove Press edition of Samuel Beckett’s Endgame
"I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth."
sgr. Pierre Pfister, French canon at the Lateran, on the Proclamation of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary as Dogma; 1 November 1950