Adorno had begun things by reminding everyone present that certain utopian dreams had actually been fulfilled, that there was now television, the possibility of traveling to other planets and moving faster than sound. And yet these drams had come shrouded, minds set in traction by a relentless positivism and then their own boredom. 'One could perhaps say,' he noted, ' that the fulfillment of utopia consists largely only in a repetition of the continually same "today."
M. Nesbit, HU Obrist, R. Tiravajija
I wouldn't say I no longer wear a mask. That's a ridiculous lie that I hope I never believe.
I would say that either the mask has become something I'm more aware of putting on while putting it on
or that the mask has become an irremovable aspect of my face but not my face.
Most days I can dissuade myself of this difference.
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Two days ago I posted a photograph on my Conduit, and then yesterday I accidentally deleted it. Too bad, since I kinda wish it was still online. Not because of the photo -- I'm sure it's still floating around out there with my name perhaps attached to it. But I'm more disappointed to have removed the additional link:
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