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‘—tired of being shunted from country to country, he decided to stay put in what was legally a non-place—a legal black hole that benefitted him—It’s unsettling to think you exist because—death exists inside you—It’s unsettling to consider that the inside of a PC is more alive than you are, that in there everything’s completely lit up—making the Las Vegas Boulevard—seem minor by comparison—Jorge Rodolfo sheds a tear.’
— Jun 10, 2026 05:24PM
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emily
is on page 133 of 177
‘A house—a light going out—an indeterminate number of lights around it also go out—the dark circle cascades outwards—radius expanding until the entire city ceases to be visible. Think. A country at night—seen from the sky—a city—speck of light—suddenly going out—a domino effect all adjacent continents go out until this whole side—is in darkness. And so, more than ever—the shared Reality imitates the artificial, Art.’
— Jun 09, 2026 11:45AM
emily
is on page 117 of 177
‘Borges sets out stories—like theorems—Lönnrot isn’t a creature—of flesh & bone, but—a symbolic puppet who blindly obeys—or clear-sightedly obeys, it’s the same thing—a mathematical law: he offers no resistance—just at the hypotenuse cannot resist Pythagoras’ theorem. Just as all the water & all the PCs on earth are in some way connected, so are all deserts—He observes the screen—in standby mode—dark—to save energy—’
— Jun 07, 2026 01:06PM
emily
is on page 108 of 177
‘Her true love had never been programming, but poetry—translations—uncovering the same poetic pulse in stripped-back, denuded works—as in her programmes—fated to become intangible nothings inside computers—Dear whoever has found this—if you like, you can throw it away. Each of us is immersed in a sea of radio-frequency waves—Excess radio energy is a kind of pollution—He threw his art books in the fire, and—he left.’
— Jun 06, 2026 03:03AM
emily
is on page 99 of 177
‘—14-hour shift—Spending the day in contact with fabrics—knitwear in particular—have a domesticating effect on the soul, which rises to the skin—radiating through the pores & sensing—like a sixth sense—the textures and smells of the weave. In 1925, the theoretical physicist Wolfgang Pauli postulated the existence of a new particle that verged on the ghostly—At a glance, it’s blue, bluer than the waters off any beach’
— May 27, 2026 03:19AM
emily
is on page 39 of 177
‘When the end is near it makes sentimentalists of us; ‘It’s like a bit of algae in a sea of flesh & bone,’ she writes—Only death makes a clean copy of life—to be a writer means relating the world of the living from the world of the dead. We all bear inside ourselves a desert—something immobile—a period of time that has mineralised, is at a standstill. Imagine an urban network unable to supply water to all the homes—’
— May 24, 2026 06:51PM
