Cue Rroselicœur, Hôtels et palaces, 2001

One at last

Giving permission but with condition, my only commandment

Bookmarks the time capsules we made/lost along the way

Malcolm and Simone Collins read about Floreana Island in the 30s and were like we can top that

Noble & Webster lit up the trash he ate for him to shove that phone to his puke

Re-Sophie Lewis @reproutopia.bsky.social
youtu.be/CcV35lcBWGEh...

Perhaps too centered on visual art disciplines but the glorious white pube publishes successful applications and the language may be helpful: thewhitepube.co.uk/funding-libr...

Now with the national guards of various states activated to invade DC feels as tame as if an outside team was about to play local. There's virtually no opposition, the way someone who's not into sports doesn't have to engage

Politics understood in similar terms: Manichaean, insular, bathed in delusional merit, untrusting mascots like idols, referees and coaches as autocrats, all under constant televised scrutiny—endless repeats in slow motion and no depth

Questions such as "what is the performance," and "will I see the performance" have progressively become irrelevant. The performance is in the act of attending and the seeing is all encompassing / nowhere