Ive often felt that toronto is a simulation, a movie ranch of a city; a strong gust of wind could take the buildings down (this impression isnt helped by the tyranny of façadism). Ive characterized it to friends as an airport terminal, a “non-place”, in marc auges words, with no relationship to any particular tradition or culture, so that “people are always, and never, at home”
I wish I could read this printed on paper, bound, a longer line for the eye tracing over these long, ever so rhythmic, ever so careful (precise, generous) sentences. Anecdotal… unskimmable
Ive often felt that toronto is a simulation, a movie ranch of a city; a strong gust of wind could take the buildings down (this impression isnt helped by the tyranny of façadism). Ive characterized it to friends as an airport terminal, a “non-place”, in marc auges words, with no relationship to any particular tradition or culture, so that “people are always, and never, at home”
Yes. I think this protagonist's particular horror comes from finding it so, not even at its worst, but at its best and most substantial...
And time in our camp is moving, as you’d anticipate it to.
An intriguing, but to me mystifying comment. Say more?
Do you really not know that Joanna Newsom has a song called “Anecdotes” on her album Divers?!?? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XkluRt3UA7E
Evidently not! Many have tried to prosletizing me, but her work remains unknown to me--(again) evidently enough!
Wow!
There are still uncontacted tribes...
I wish I could read this printed on paper, bound, a longer line for the eye tracing over these long, ever so rhythmic, ever so careful (precise, generous) sentences. Anecdotal… unskimmable
You are too kind, Alice. Thank you very much.
Whatever happened with the matriarch and the unsuitable young man?
Guess you'll have to stay tuned.