the separation of spirit from matter was a mystery, and the union of spirit with matter was a mystery also.

"What makes indie such an odd example of a subculture being sold back to the masses is that, in practice, its main selling point is its uncoolness. Its presence in an ad doesn’t imply rebelliousness like alternative-culture tropes were once meant to...It features mannered ingenuousness, an embrace of small moments, narrative randomness, situationally amusing but not hilarious character juxtapositions ... and unexplainable but nonetheless charming character traits,” he wrote. “Quirk takes not mattering very seriously.”

“To insist that underground music be snarly and abrasive is to subscribe to a hidebound cliché, which is ironic since the whole idea of the music is to dispense with hidebound clichés,” he says. “Underground music stands against and apart from mainstream culture in order to offer an antidote to it. In eras past, mainstream culture was blandly, blindly complacent, so underground music was angry and dissatisfied. [...] But now, mainstream culture isn’t complacent, it’s stupid and angry; underground culture reacts by becoming smarter, more serene..."

is indie dead? by rachael maddux

philosophy of pleasure

dreams don't always come true. thats why we have;

i still have the mask

said Ruben Toledo

inquest

I grew up my whole life thinking I was in a narrative autobiography and whenever it rained, it meant a new chapter had begun…

If someone comments on the t-shirt I’m wearing, I can never wear it on a day I think I might see them again.

Whenever I speak to someone over the phone, I always have to be walking somewhere. I’m either walking home from the train station, walking down town, or just pacing back and forth in my room. Walking helps me concentrate on what’s going on in the conversation, otherwise the conversation would be incredibly bland.

I have to make a conscious effort every day to keep my thoughts internal. It’s worse when I’m stressed out. I catch myself muttering sometimes and have to physically bite my tongue. I worry that when I’m old I’ll lose my filter and say all of my thoughts out loud....

I don’t read the side effects of any medicines I take because if I do, I’ll be paranoid that they’ll happen.

When I was kid, I believed inanimate objects had feelings, so I wouldn’t kick stones. One time, I injured myself ‘rescuing’ a flashing traffic horse, after my friends had thrown it into a large puddle.

I really, really hate using blue pens for writing notes in my lectures. If I don’t have a black pen, I feel like my entire day is thrown off and there’s no point in even keeping those notes anymore. I’ve even re-written some blue-ink notes in black just to restore order.

iamneurotic.com

subjective mirrors

Untitled, 2006
word vitrine, aluminium, glass, rubber and plastic letters

Bethan Huws
via todayandtomorrow

object as experience
value as meaning or as money