I am an avid collector of words that hold meaning to me. This is a selection of what I have collected so far.
I would call your demons inside
soak them in chamomile
for your love
See how my harboured might is blowing away
He breaks my fall as dawning of daybreak
Welts with a mobius streak boundless and righteous for our
Magnolia seed surely thrive in the dark
Origami birds flock from my heart
Burst out in colour to wherever you are
Ancient sidekick tandem war elephant
Rest in my skin fit this Try angels
If I am not for myself, who will be for me? But if I am only for myself, who am I?
You have to find a way to be yourself before you share yourself
…the widespread practice of fragmentary, impersonal communication has demeaned interpersonal interaction.
A new generation has come of age with a reduced expectation of what a person can be, and of who each person might become.
One thing that bugs me is the way context is lost. You start discovering new music or new culture in very particular ways. Algorithms become your guide. If an algorithm calculates that you may like a piece of music, it will recommend it to you. That makes the algorithm the master of context for humanity. It tends to remove culture from its context, and context is everything. The structure of the Net itself has become the context instead of real people or the real world. That’s a really big deal.
When we were thinking up the Internet, I firmly believed that with a global information system in place, it would be impossible for people to deny things like climate change, but we are seeing the exact opposite. Our information systems allow people to live in little bubbles and to disconnect from reality in a way we didn’t foresee. This is very disappointing and is having a negative impact on art, politics, science, the economy, everything really.
We tinker with your philosophy by direct manipulation of your cognitive experience, not indirectly, through argument. It takes only a tiny group of engineers to create technology that can shape the entire future of human experience with incredible speed. Therefore, crucial arguments about the human relationship with technology should take place between developers and users before such direct manipulations are designed.
Emotions, in my experience, aren’t covered by single words. I don’t believe in “sadness,” “joy,” or “regret.” Maybe the best proof that the language is patriarchal is that it oversimplifies feeling. I’d like to have at my disposal complicated hybrid emotions, Germanic train-car constructions like, say, “the happiness that attends disaster.” Or: “the disappointment of sleeping with one’s fantasy.” I’d like to show how “intimations of mortality brought on by aging family members” connects with “the hatred of mirrors that begins in middle age.” I’d like to have a word for “the sadness inspired by failing restaurants” as well as for “the excitement of getting a room with a minibar.” I’ve never had the right words to describe my life.