“Whenever Proust mentions photographs, he does so disparagingly: as a synonym for a shallow, too exclusively visual, merely voluntary relation to the past, whose yield is insignificant compared with the deep discoveries to be made by responding to cues give by all the senses—the technique he called ‘involuntary memory’.”
I woke up around 5 am this morning because I had to pee. I stumbled into the bathroom, naked and half asleep. I could see out the window the sky was getting a little lighter but it was still dark. I could hear all the cars on the interstate and the traffic on the streets. Usually these sounds at 5 am would make me really bitter and angry but for some reason it made happy. It felt comforting to me to feel the energy of so many people up so early just “trying.” It almost brought me to tears. I walked back to my room and got under my covers and fell comfortably back to sleep while feeling grateful for everyone else in the world.
facebook unintentionally quizzing me on contemporary art
* i subsequetly failed and was denied access to my account *
davis just sent me a picture message of one of the small plastic trees flannery included in our care package to him. i think it looks really good, here.
kieroda appreciation post
