whoa

The entire

building is the computer.

if you give your fucks to the unliving—if you plant those fucks in institutions or systems or platforms or, gods forbid, interest rates—you will run out of fucks.

we are not people that want software to work .

- we prefer it half-working.

“I would scarcely have admitted it at that moment but there is something extraordinary in the ordinary practice of keeping animals as domestic companions. The unconditional love we are capable of expressing for small beings can mask but not overcome the fact that we love what we can never finally know. We can love only what cannot be fully recogniz

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This is the ultimate trapdoor in the hall of fame; to become a prisoner of one's own persona. The desire for recognition in an increasingly atomized world lures us to be who strangers wish us to be. And with personal development so arduous and lonely, there is ease and comfort in crowdsourcing your identity. But amid such temptations, it's worth re... See more

To go in the dark with a light is to know the light.

To know the dark, go dark. Go without sight,

and find that the dark, too, blooms and sings,

and is travelled by dark feet and dark wings.

Bees collect nectar to make honey. Beekeepers collect honey to make money. Honey helps bees survive winter chills. Money helps beekeepers pay the bills.

Beekeepers leave enough honey in the hive for the bees to survive. Beekeeper-keepers leave enough money in the bank for beekeepers to survive.

Bees do not think about beekeepers. Beekeepers do not th... See more

I frequently find myself reaching for my digital things on dimensions of time, but mainstream software of the day almost always falls short.

Hope is Work