image culture is so strong.

images are so strong. who would have thought? images are so strong. media theory is not enough. what I want to ask is: what is the dispositif of images. the nature of images. how do images flow. what is their nature. how do they shine, reflect, occlude, how do they hide.

not about photography, nor painting, but image culture in general. image culture is about images and their production, circulation, and absorption. images circulate. images, deracinated, extracted from their origin, fly around in a maelstrom of apparitions, rapid-fire triggering memory, synapse, recollection, punching you at just the right ways, so that you feel just right. familiar sensation and stimulation nestling almost neatly into your memories. what is this new graphic design? this new story? this new billboard? just right, just right. memories of utopia.

images are so strong. image culture is so strong. against image culture.

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in the mid-gesture, of a dance, of a practice, is when all the truth lies.
in the middle of things, is where things are respected, held dear, cared for.
in the middle of everything, when nobody but your dears see you start or end, is presence, moment, focus, direction. one's inner engine, growling like an eager cat.

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do I dare take photographs of my world?
how do I share conversation about infrastructure?
what language is there around infrastructure?
what writing is there around ethical infrastructure?

Religion and science are always pitted together as enemies, as a sort of 'faith' vs. 'logic' kind of argument. It seems to me, however, that science also suffers from the same sort of truth-seeking faith: that is, at a meta-science and a meta-religion level, the same sort of illogic that propels science to define itself as a truth/falsehood dichotomy is the same sort of illogic that propels religion to be about faith.

In short: science is a religious belief in the dichotomy of true/false, a 'faith'ful adherence to the will to power, manifested in a certain way.

overheard walking down the street:

Kid: (gesturing towards a toy in the window of a toy store) Mom! Look!
Mom: You already have fourteen weapons! Why would you want another?

went to see the armory show today.

damn you thomas ruff.

can't sleep.

used to have words.

not anymore.

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It's funny how vague images are starting to drive me now. A home and bookshelves, iridescent light bulbs and a chair, sofa. A view of the street. A slightly rainy day, cars passing by, the sound of tires curving up and leaving wet asphalt, rolling resistance at work, and in the midst of that a process of growth, books, reading, proceeding. Studying. The simplification of effort to just one, directed inwards, perhaps more purified. A lack of: qualities, rates, hours. just a home with bookshelves (with mostly read books) and haphazardly painted white cabinets. Domesticism or groundedness, some internal base to build off of, bounce ideas away from.

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5:54. still can't sleep.