A Collection of Spectacles

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5: Before we speak of occupation and revolt in fondness, before we try to pinpoint the external source of our inequality, we need to identify what is oppressive within each and every one of us.

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Poorly translated notes from a drunken night:

Let’s not post drunken notes. She said, rememeber that night when? Of course. In a discussion, in which we learned that we shouldn’t stray from our essence as women, we figured “let’s fuck, think later.” In that moment we are whole. When I talk about abstract concepts like temporality and ethics, don’t think that I’m discussing things that are out of this realm. She says, but what do you mean in applicable terms? Everything and nothing. I mean that we have to keep living in the realm of juxtapostion, which exists when we keep happiness from being our end goal. Because, how do we define such a thing? I am wretched because I use words, as a human, as my only outlet, the medium between biological and emotional needs. I wrote this as I wanted to puke. I want to throw up, but phlegm’s caught in my throat.  Half a handle gets me honest. Nothing else works anymore. She says this is what I thought about all week, while sober. Well, good because philosophy’s not just for the smart. We all are and aren’t. We all agree at the core. Let’s think and let’s not. I’m martyring myself. I’m a fucking nun because no one’s going to meet me half way. How honest and how sad? My stomach hurts. When the norms don’t match up with our beliefs and our thoughts, then it’s time to synthesize something new.

I only get release from two things: That he’s looking at me looking at him casually while neither will acknowledge it, but both are aware, and a fingertip driven fantasy. Delve those so sweet…We were talking about Pascal and I glanced over at him while he wasn’t looking. He’s sighing over there, crossing, uncrossing legs, in a few he’ll go to the bathroom. He took two fingers and I swear in a motion that gave me tangible shivers no wait just one severe quick painless not long enough river he stroked his book. Two fingers formed a crescent shape and within the tide rose. We are wretched, indeed.

Post before we get embarrassedPost before I embarrass myself.

an intellectual orgasm is of its own kind

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4: “In societies dominated by modern conditions of production, life is presented as an immense accumulation of spectacles…The spectacle is not a collection of images; it is a social relation between people that is mediated by images.”

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3: He drew a line on the board in chalk and asked the class to imagine it as if it was a timeline. He placed a tic mark in the middle that demarkated the present and said, “Now, where would God be placed?”

The past, the present, the future, and all the infinite points in between, all at once, while not at all.

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2: The internet fucks with the natural state of temporality. By natural state, I mean this: Events usually occur in a linear sequence, one after the other.  Once an event has happened, and the sequencing of events has occurred, it is lost. The “it” that occurred two seconds ago can be recreated in theory, but it is inherently different because it didn’t occur within the seconds, hours, days, that it originally called home and in that time, surrounding have inevitably changed.  The closest that one can get to re-living an event they haven’t actually lived is by hearing it told to them through someone else. Even this form of story-telling, this verbal step back in time, is done through a sequential narrative that is modeled after the sequential meaning we give to events as they occur.  The internet, by structuring a world of its own, that is without physical limitations, restructures this original timeframe. You can see a video of an event as it happened and watch it as many times as you’d like. Although time in the physical realm is moving forward as it usually does, which of course affects the viewer, it does not affect the digital material itself. An event that is captured digitally, in a sense, can occur forever. Although if seen within the span of five minutes, it can never be seen within those five minutes again, the event itself remains unchanged.

Edit: Two and three are separated into different posts. Seems more appropriate.

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