The United States has two flags. One for when the Constitution is being observed. The other for when it isn’t. Or so say thousands of Americans known as the sovereigns.
What we crave is the unexplainable, the limitless. What we want are stories that, like ourselves, still contain a stubborn mystery.
Rhizomes, Torrenting, and Thom Yorke
Tomorrow’s Modern Boxes must be considered in a way that understands the nature of the mode of communication through which it is accessed as a part of the artistic intent.
The danger with self-monitoring is, of course, that it becomes a kind of consuming navel-gaze activity, one that glorifies the self and the unimportant minutiae in that person’s life. Who else cares about this stuff?
Emotional precarity — the wildness, the effervescent joy and crushing despair and uncertainty that chart the emotional landscape of most young people — is appealing for some time. It is interesting. It is also easy.
The gif, as a miniature model of specific experience, can be seen as a first faltering step towards a kind of tech-utopian vision.
The end is pulled and the void grows, the object is eaten out from the inside to become an Other, the reel disappears and a ball grows out from the centre in my hands.
As the picture of the dogs playing poker is for Homer Simpson — for myself at least, just to look upon one of Vermeer’s paintings, is to go mad.
How many people in China even knew the protests in Hong Kong were happening?
One cannot have an uncomfortable enthusiasm for luxury goods. One cannot have an uncomfortable enthusiasm for Bach or caviar.