writing is like suddenly holding a wet fish in your hand, gaping at each other for a brief instant, and letting it slip back into the river -- and then later, staring at your palm, trying to recall how it felt (startled, wet, desperate, forceful, alive)

It’s finally September on here!

yeah. it’s a difficult needle to thread through. thanks for writing that thread; I really feel you.

and also.

“The emotions that constitute these two acts are completely opposed. In the first case, the animal is hunted as a sacred being and the hunter is thankful; in the second case, the animal whose life is taken is a threat to the artificial order that the person who becomes shepherd creates in this act.”

AKA yes to your further tweets. maybe a good question is: what does a principled application of force against this look like?

I agree; this kind of rhetoric is more about sanctioned pathways for cruel prejudice to be manifested, and ultimately unhelpful. but I also think what’s important is these modes of attack is an response to the terror of white supremacy, so the attack is a jokingly serious ‘counter-terrorism tactic’

be chill around them

ooh hm. I'd say: a path is not 'To be Incomprehensible', but a path might be 'Not needing to be comprehensible'. maybe the former is defined 'in relation to' both internal and external comprehenders. the latter is helped by an understanding that things might be easier with secrets, or privacy

aka 'stepping off the trail' on a hike allows for deeper exploration, not because one becomes untrackable, but because the trail is predictable (to one's own self), and the expectations in stepping outside allow exploration

I see, okay, thanks! I disagree, but agree on different grounds. for me: privacy (not secrecy) is one path through a deepening, not through unpredictability but by setting an expectation of non-explanation to others, thus allowing movement while also holding an incomprehension to one's own self

ah and I get that, but - what’s the linkage between unpredictability and higher dimensionality? isn’t unpredictability a function of external perception and not of internal complexity or “space”? unpredictability an effect rather than a cause?

I see - and the linkage between ‘avoiding being predicated’ and a deeper inner world is that the inner world is deeper because it is more stranger/rarefied/unique?

savoring your words, but question here; could you clarify how a secret deepens your inner world? because an informational landscape allows for microclimates? or galapagoses, microworlds that allow particular and rarefied evolution of the self?

(this thought brought to you by a beautiful film and a long walk)

the fantasy of scale is generated by habituation with things that scale (capital, information, “knowing-that”, fame, media)

the dream of change is dreamt by things that you’ve been changed by

scale panickingly demands the future, now; change invites you to go take a walk

having lurked here for a bit, i think what I hope from this place is not the affordances of twitter/mastodon but the possibility of the protocol

if microblogging UI = building typology, distributed protocol = land ownership structure

make art that is lived in, worked with, not read, analyzed, and interpreted. situations, not narratives. form, not discourse.