if lux lisbon had lived past fourteen

images, dan martensen

to me, these images have lux lisbon written all over them. right down to the crooked family teeth.

"We managed to see the pockmarked moon steaming silently across space, then blue venus, but when we turned the telescope on Lux's window it brought us so close we couldn't see a thing. What at first appeared the xylophone of her spine, curled in bed, turned out to be decorative molding. A stringy peach pit, left on her bedside table from a time of fresh food, gave rise to a number of lurid conjectures. Any time we caught sight of her, or of something moving, the piece was too small to put the puzzle together, and in the end we gave up, retracting the telescope and relying on our eyes."
- The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides