my broken pieces flow to your shore /
— ʀ.ᴛ.
“But the paradox of love is perhaps the same as that of art, which Jeanette Winterson so elegantly termed “the paradox of active surrender” — in order for either to transform us, we must let it turn us over and inside-out. That is what Rilke called love’s great exacting claim, and in that claim lies its ultimate reward.”— Maria Popova, “Kafka’s Beautiful and Heartbreaking Love Letters” (via soracities)
if OpenAI buys out Pinterest I’m killing myself
butterflies sucking fresh blood from a sock
Vikram Seth, from Summer Requiem: A Book of Poems; “A Cryptic Reply”
For the majority of the earth’s population on whom it has been imposed, the internet complex is the implacable engine of addiction, loneliness, false hopes, cruelty, psychosis, indebtedness, squandered life, the corrosion of memory, and social disintegration. All of its touted benefits are rendered irrelevant or secondary by its injurious and sociocidal impacts.
Jonathan Crary, Scorched Earth: Beyond the Digital Age to a Post-Capitalist World
The huge portion of our lives that we spend asleep, freed from a morass of simulated needs, subsists as one of the great human affronts to the voraciousness of contemporary capitalism. Sleep is an uncompromising interruption of the theft of time from us by capitalism. Most of the seemingly irreducible necessities of human life … have been remade into commodified or financialized forms. Sleep poses the idea of a human need and interval of time that cannot be colonized and harnessed to a massive engine of profitability, and thus remains an incongruous anomaly and site of crisis in the global present.
Jonathan Crary, 24/7: Late Capitalism and the Ends of Sleep






