No wisdom / given to me by anyone.
On my mind / in my bookmarks:
archives, and history, and the difference between art and pastiche
analog photo albums as personal history and community archive
personal data, and the collection and resale thereof
on the contrast between what is described as an “epidemic” of male loneliness and the treatment of women-as-infrastructure
on privilege as the expectation of immunity from upheaval, and how that informs how people react to change
There were no great truths revealed to me then. No wisdom given to me by anyone. I was a child who had seen what a piece of polished wood could do to a face, who had seen his father about to lose the one he loved, who had lost some friends who would never return, who, later that morning, bent to the earth and went to work. — from Bent to the Earth by Blas Manuel De Luna
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