caveats & addendums

contains multitudes. mostly unpleasant ones, but still.

[limbrenewal]

… ‘Unteachable obstinacy!’ some will say — although I have learned a great deal and supplemented and revised my theses and arguments accordingly.

Alasdair MacIntyre, After Virtue (prologue, third edition)

[formlab]

Nicola Turner

[unhelpfultarot]

Two of Cups and The Tower

Somehow your nights out together always end up with the two of you getting thrown out of the place.

[out-andabout]

[ourheatisgospel]

(via our heat is gospel: Image)

[limbrenewal]

[limbrenewal]

a regrettable misunderstanding

the love made you better or maybe it was the hate, after all, and every directive to abstract it further, further, maybe that's what made it work, after all. isn't it such a shame to learn that what we abhor, we need. these paradoxes are commonplace but I'm tired of explaining things. it's my job, after all, to explain every little thing all the time, to unabstract it and take it further to connect every dot across these disparate constellations but you're not the stars you've never been them and I'm doing this again and again. but if you can't follow me through this house I'll tie you to the line with my third hand and you can join the rest I just thought you were better than that. after all I thought you were better than that.

[robotcosmonaut]

Tama Monorail, Tachikawa-Kita Station

[this-studio]

Chris Ashworth

[formlab]

Design Process Olivetti 1908-1983

[formlab]

The Calvary Baptist Church of Detroit, Gunnar Birkerts,1977

[emmaklee]

Nishimoto Ryota

a piece of wood carved to fit perfectly into a zippered plastic bag

[unhelpfultarot]

King of Pentacles and Eight of Cups

The CEO has sent you off on a pathfinding mission, and you're considering the possibility of just not coming back.

[nevver]

North American Purgatory, Phil Donohue

[formlab]

Yellow Calla Lily, Dr. Dain L. Tasker, 1938

[limbrenewal]

[limbrenewal]

rest easy little birds

green grass, the ocean, and three peaceful resting fledgling geese, still too downy to fly, each with its cervical spine protruding from a stubbed neck. some things can only be noticed up close, you remember, saved — but barely — from tripping over the second as your gaze finally breaks from the first. this hardly constitutes a moral injury, you think, as you already know these sorts of things do happen. you're just not usually within touching distance of them these days. all the small, and cold, and still-stiffening bodies once in your hands rush back while you watch from the pedestrian path as the geese, never now to feel the rush of air encircling them as they pump their wings, are placed in a black trash bag by a man wearing a surgical mask and light blue nitrile gloves. he ties it and walks off.

a twinge, a murmur, a pull at something that must have softened with time and distance. you know it would take nearly no effort to harden it again. you choose not to today.