We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.

replying to someone saying "with all due respect" with "none taken!"

connections editors gotta be alcoholics if they think that's the yellow category

In 1881, a publisher had the bright idea to reprint maps and city directories from a century earlier, and here is how they advertised them.

Ferns love it in the bathroom

consider the lilies of the field, how they mog; they neither hustle nor lock in

If you live in Vancouver, they are looking to build a data centre for use with AI in downtown and mount pleasant. You can politely tell them to go fuck themselves and why this should never be considered ever here: www.shapeyourcity.ca/111-e-5?tool...

They have no gods. They work magic, and think they are gods themselves. But they are not. And when they die, they become dust and bone, and their ghosts whine on the wind a little while till the wind blows them away. They do not have immortal souls.

We must say to you bourgeois individualists that your talk about absolute freedom is sheer hypocrisy. There can be no real and effective “freedom” in a society based on the power of money, in a society in which the masses of working people live in poverty and the handful of rich live like parasites.

Art by • Julien Delval

I remain convinced that no one on LinkedIn has ever read a book

Jacek Yerka, Polish (1952- ), Złotoujście, 2021, acrylic on canvas, 81 x 70 cm, private collection

right wing: social hierarchies have been around forever, they must have value left wing: hierarchy is just a stubborn vestigial organ and it's infected, here's how we get rid of it liberal: i am the center of the universe

Social Media in 2035

We’re going to win.

we need a Hermes Trismegistus of the left

i may not ever get to retire, but at least i know i'll get gunned down by american commandos in the Water Wars so i won't have to worry about all that. big ups to this huge moron and the NYT for publishing the dumbest series of words ever assembled by a human being.

This painting by Iranian artist Mostafa Sarabi depicts a dense red forest under a night sky, with a full and crescent moon, and three small figures walking. Sarabi is known for dreamy, surreal landscapes with vibrant colors and flattened perspectives.

Bro last night was a Borges story

Left ear: Autotuned Cold War Numbers Station 10 Hour Mix To Relax And Study To, 4.5x speed Right ear: Basque translation audiobook of The 48 Rules of Power, 1.75x speed

they should open up a geo-fenced (?) comment section on the weather apps where you get to say things like "boy we sure needed it" on the rain days and "weather isn't real" etc

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Aaron Rodericks? The transphobe who likes barely legal porn on main?

My world, my Earth is a ruin. A planet spoiled by the human species. We multiplied and fought and gobbled until there was nothing left, and then we died. We controlled neither appetite nor violence; we did not adapt. We destroyed ourselves. But we destroyed the world first.

About time.

My biggest conspiracy theory is that telling working class people that engagement in the arts is a middle / upper class thing and to do so makes you a class traitor is a psyop to make them disengaged with themselves and the world and the beauty of being human, so that they accept worse treatment.

Due to systemic factors, huge numbers of people are either profoundly uneducated, suffering from addiction, massively emotionally disregulated, or all three. Mind control is more or less a solved science at this point and it’s not a problem we can simply use personal responsibility to solve.

We live in capitalism. Its power seems inescapable. So did the divine right of kings. Any human power can be resisted and changed by human beings. Resistance and change often begin in art, and very often in our art, the art of words.

Pedro Friedeberg, Two Cows, 1969

What clade you from, homie?

gothic horror is a genre of fiction in which the past looms over the present and strangles the future i hate living in it.

beetle time bitches

It makes no difference what men think of car, said the judge. Car endures. As well ask men what they think of stone. Car was always here. Before man was, car waited for him. The ultimate vehicle awaiting its ultimate driver. That is the way it was and will be. That way and not some other way.

Johfra Bosschart, Dutch (1919-1998), Allegory of Human Life, 1969

I think about the Paris Commune, of butchers and laundresses learning how to run their cities overnight. I think of illiterate Cuban peasants who couldn’t read but were willing to die for the revolution. I think about all the ordinary people who discovered bravery alongside their comrades

God this poem is haunting me again.

Boyfriend clocked my affinity for Dana Scully, Beverly Crusher, and Hannah Fry today. “What is it with you and red headed women?”

dropping some JJ-180 so I can go back in time and watch TÁR in theatres

which Philip K Dick novel is this

This is the first website built entirely on the purity of the user's soul. I'm having no trouble accessing it. If you are then you must look within

i went to the Library of Babel and no one knew you except for one man who once read a detailed account of your entire childhood somewhere near the four hundredth floor

borges really be out here writing some ding dang little stories. too bad about his general vibe.

oh now i understand why the site was down today

i'm just crazy about this Artemis stuff. makes me happy to remember that we can still embark on incredible undertakings for the sake of learning. wonderful things are possible.