Disposable camera photos from august thru october featuring house shows in bloomington, goners, rainbow bakery grand opening, v, nietzsch romy, fire tower in the deam wilderness, & malt whitman partial crew, not in sequential order bc memory obfuscates / time folds into & over & all about
12:33 pm • 5 December 2013 • 10 notes
convinced most people are robots, or, similarly, there exist a multiplicity of ‘robot tribes’ which are defined / populated by robots of said tribes who are able to communicate only within said tribes and interactions w/ robots outside of their tribe is defined by communication / comments on weather, appearance, & other easy to comment on topics. no need to be sad re this. seems natural, at least when framed within this ‘robot tribe’ ideology. thinking hard abt this.
9:36 pm • 27 November 2013 • 5 notes
Deadpan, a short story collection by Alex Mussawir, is nowon Goodreads.
Read two stories from Deadpan here & here.
Buy the chapbook here.
6:11 pm • 25 November 2013 • 5 notes
You know that feeling at the end of the day, when the anxiety of that-which-I-must-do falls away and, for maybe the first time that day, you see, with some clarity, the people you love and the ways you have, during that day, slightly ignored them, turned away from them to get back to what you were doing, blurted some mildly hurtful thing, projected, instead of the deep love you really feel, a surge of defensiveness or self-protection or suspicion? That moment when you think, Oh God, what have I done with this day? And what am I doing with my life? And how must I change to avoid catastrophic end-of-life regrets?
I feel like that now: tired of the Me I’ve always been, tired of making the same mistakes, repetitively stumbling after the same small ego strokes, being caught in the same loops of anxiety and defensiveness. At the end of my life, I know I won’t be wishing I’d held more back, been less effusive, more often stood on ceremony, forgiven less, spent more days oblivious to the secret wishes and fears of the people around me. So what is stopping me from stepping outside my habitual crap?
My mind, my limited mind.
6:55 pm • 24 November 2013 • 2 notes
“What does it mean to love somebody? It is always to seize that person in a mass, extract him or her from a group, however small, in which he or she participates, whether it be through the family only or through something else; then to find that person’s own packs, the multiplicities he or she enclosed within himself or herself which may be of an entirely different nature. To join them to mine, to make them penetrate mine, and for me to penetrate the other person’s. Heavenly nuptials, multiplicities of multiplicities. Every love is an exercise in depersonalisation on a body without organs yet to be formed, and it is at the highest point of this depersonalisation that someone can be named, receives his or her family name or first name, acquires the most intense discernibility in the instantaneous apprehension of the multiplicities belonging to him or her, and to which he or she belongs.”
— Gilles Deleuze & Felix Guattari — A Thousand Plateaus (via nietzxsche)
6:42 pm • 24 November 2013 • 508 notes
Disposable camera photos from May through August 2013, featuring pontoon boat party on Lake Monroe, High Dive tour, Columbus & Cleveland, OH visits, not in chronological order because I can’t remember / time folds into itself all the time, pt. 2
8:35 pm • 21 November 2013 • 6 notes
Disposable camera photos from May through August 2013, featuring pontoon boat party on Lake Monroe, High Dive tour, Columbus & Cleveland, OH visits, not in chronological order because I can’t remember / time folds into itself all the time, pt. 1
8:29 pm • 21 November 2013 • 2 notes
“We still don’t have a word for
Simulated drowning in
— Ben Lerner — “Mean Free Path”
10:03 pm • 19 November 2013 • 13 notes
“Just before I doze off, I counsel myself grandiosely: Fuck concepts. Don’t be afraid to be confused. Try to remain permanently confused. Anything is possible. Stay open, forever, so open it hurts, and then open up some more, until the day you die, world without end, amen.”
10:51 pm • 14 November 2013 • 2 notes