The Walkman changed the way we understand cities.
I first heard Joy Division on a Walkman, and I remain unable to separate the experience of the music’s bleak majesty from the first heady discovery of the pleasures of musically encapsulated fast-forward urban motion.
— William Gibson, Distrust that Particular Flavor, pp.13-14
Fuck your art object terrarium.
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I’ve said before that just because someone makes beautiful things doesn’t mean they’re a beautiful person. Maybe people are only bestowed a certain measure of grace and this is quickly spent on creative pursuits, leaving a selfish and emotionally bereft creature in the wake of the muse?
Seeing this a lot lately