The death of ~Cordelia is by far the strangest form of digital dislocation I’ve felt so far.
I think there will be a kind of “new physics” of personal identity which we will learn about as we extend our sense of self further into virtual space.
Truly wyrd times.
the frequency of people saying they don’t want anyone crying at their funeral and want them to celebrate instead is a testament to how deeply our culture fears and suppresses real grief
He’s bringing sexy back to sex; make it illegal! We need a war on sex! We need a sexually active witch hunt! We need to lock you up if you have sex and remind you that you can never ever have it again!
If you tell me your secrets, you can be sure that I’ll keep them, but the keeping is a kind of hoarding cause I will also over analyze them, theorize them, dissect them.
I have such a hard time keeping myself out of the therapist lens. I can’t help but like probe and reframe and turn my interlocutors into little specimens. When I was a kid I would collect bugs, gas them, pin them to a board with little Latin labels. Maybe this is the same love.
I have such a hard time keeping myself out of the therapist lens. I can’t help but like probe and reframe and turn my interlocutors into little specimens. When I was a kid I would collect bugs, gas them, pin them to a board with little Latin labels. Maybe this is the same love.