there’s a funny dichotomy in how people talk about art online, about its unique capacity to be revolutionary + change the minds of whole societies, and also how it is uniquely vulnerable to the evils of technology and will be wiped off the face of the earth by pre-mixed paints photography photoshop AI. In either case it expresses a hilarious view of artists as the centre of the universe, a higher class of human being who have a special connection to the capital-H Human Spirit. art is somehow both impossibly durable and impossibly brittle, depending on the argument, and sometimes you can watch people argue for both positions simultaneously within the same sentence

i bet it feels good as fuck to intend to do something and then actually do it

in the early 21st-century, the “small business” was a sort of small temple run by a local warlord. Patrons could purchase small trinkets and be granted absolution for the sins of their empire. This was called “ethical consumption.”

(wanting to make a post about something but it reveals too much about your personal life) i have had a negative experience

there was a cloud shaped like bart simpson in 1852 and nobody recognized it

formative years? aren’t they all?