hesthunderst0rms:
“ARCTIC MONKEYS BAND MERCH GIVE AWAY!
I have had my blog for around 2 years now, but never really used it. But as Arctic Monkeys released their fifth album AMI have began to use my blog a lot more. As it’s my 1,000 post I thought I...
“ Joetta Maue, 2008
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a-ppunti:
“ Anne Duthie, textile designer
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internetwhore:
“ this looks so weird when you scroll wtf
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a-ppunti:
“ Anna Pogossova, from the series Iceland
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a-ppunti:
“ Oliver Jeffers, sketchbook
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a-ppunti:
“ from the cover of Georges Perec’s book Life: A User’s Manual, ed. Paperback [La vie, mode d’emploi, Paris 1978]
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a-ppunti:
“ Louis Reith, illustrations
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a-ppunti:
“ Anthony Zinonos, theGREAToutdoors
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spent 45 minutes looking for two files (relating to two modules of my degree). the discovery of an orange sainsbury’s plastic bag brimming with loose paper at the back of my wardrobe has reminded me that for an entire term i filed nothing

There is, it seems, no mechanism in the mind or the brain for ensuring the truth, or at least the veridical character, of our recollections. We have no direct access to historical truth, and what we feel or assert to be true (as Helen Keller was in a very good position to note) depends as much on our imagination as our senses. There is no way by which the events of the world can be directly transmitted or recorded in our brains; they are experienced and constructed in a highly subjective way, which is different in every individual to begin with, and differently reinterpreted or reexperienced whenever they are recollected. (The neuroscientist Gerald M. Edelman often speaks of perceiving as “creating,” and remembering as “recreating” or “recategorizing.”) Frequently, our only truth is narrative truth, the stories we tell each other, and ourselves—the stories we continually recategorize and refine. Such subjectivity is built into the very nature of memory, and follows from its basis and mechanisms in the human brain. The wonder is that aberrations of a gross sort are relatively rare, and that, for the most part, our memories are relatively solid and reliable.

‘Speak, Memory’,

Oliver Sacks