Abandoned in a canyon of smuggled ancillary detail.
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the electric car, the raised foundation, the meatless Mondays
reading the novel feels like spooning a live wire
The end of style, when it ends, is a post on a dejected, impassable frontier. It is the beginning of something wider and colder, and it will have no name.
I work toward a wound-buttered world Death said and I agree with him.
if there is a trap, it is not that we are not living up to good enough theories, but that we think we need theories in order to live
Diagrams, in their largest capacity and expression, carry not just the limits of the negative but also possibility.
Plots and themes from the projects felt like a missing piece in Morrison's Great Migration stories.
Robinson wants abstract "philosophical concepts" to "deal an equally devastating blow" in the concrete (class) struggle.
deeply the emptiness of all things / deeper than website
Throughout, Mesle asks questions I have lost sleep over and ones I did not think to wonder about. Because of how good and important these questions are, I was frustrated at times by a lack of clear answers or even actionable options to consider. In fairness, there often are not any.
Titles are not investments to be recouped, or successes authors owe to their publishers. Instead, each copy of an APP book is something useful but impractical, something beautiful, something fun.
Staging a Civil War battle in a field five minutes from a Long John Silver's might seem farcical, but it forges a temporal disjunction, a glitch.
a cool who-caresness (a sort of soft-edged petroleum nihilism)