This I Swear by the Stars

I love media where a bunch of guys go into a cursed place where everything is fucked up, and then one by one they become fucked up. Love their little journals like “Day 28… Hector is worms now. Beginning to question our mission??” 

hearing your mutuals voices for the first time is wild some of them are literally british

Imagine paying Columbia-amounts of money to be taught by someone with kindergarten-level art literacy. Like, motherfucker, the wholeass point of 4’33” is to emphasize how every performance of live music is inextricably linked to the ambient sounds of the context in which it is performed!!!!!!! Paying attention to and thinking about the context of the performance is the point of the song!!!! If the point was to hear birds chirping and people walking, John Cage would have fucking recorded that instead. Insisting that art is only good when contains good things and makes you feel good things is baby-level art criticism. How the fuck is this dude a professor.

sorry, can't talk. have to go think about that sad old guy for several hours.

happy "everyone forgets that icarus also flew" monday. i want to throw up !