Heya there! Firstly, how did you get in here? Secondly, please don't harm my family. Thirdly, welcome! Welcome to blog 17. It's safer here. Who am I...
The sky and its vastness. Every building around me, every tree around, even the 7 mountains that surround the city, reminds you of its place above us. What is there, in the abyss of the sky? If the universe is infinite, then in any direction you go when looking into it, it contains unending amounts of life. Maybe even types of life that has developed socialism and humans in the exact manner as we…
Så, om tematikken prokrastinering. Eg såg ein short for litt sidan (kanskje 10 min sidan), og no lurar eg på korleis eg skal leva livet mitt framover. Det er ikkje slik at det har skapt ein så stor endring i verdssynet mitt, faktisk så kan eg ikkje hugsa kva mesteparten av den sa. Det er nok litt av problemet. Eg blir i periodar hekta på ein av feedane som eg har tilgang til, enten det er youtube…
Oh beauty to creation! Oh beauty to life! Through all the difficulties we face every day and in against the odds pitted against us by powers like Capital, positivity still finds its way through life. In video-games like Vib Ribbon, one can state that despite its commercial failures, despite its inability to live up to the expectations of business ontology, it provides something to the world. In…
I’m going to read Berserk, I’ve heard it’s a very Nietzschean tale. I’m interested to see what parallels I notice myself, though I do certainly believe the rumours will amount to something
Ansikt ein kjenner att, men folk ein ikkje kjenner Den neste i slik forstand, men ikkje i varme. Spurde dei? Ja. Brydde dei seg? «…», dei sa. Digitalt kan ein skapa ein verknad, som i graset si røynd skapar ein merknad. Kan dei kjennast? Kan eg læra å elska dei? Kjøtet må etast, opprør vil dei vekk.
For 15 år sidan var Sharidyn Svebakk-Bøhn 14 år gamal. Eg kjende ho ikkje, det gjorde mest sannsynlegsvis ikkje du heller. Kva hadde verda vore om Sharidyn hadde vore her no? Kontrafakta kan ein ikkje stadfesta med sikkerheit, men i usikkerheita er det ei skapande makt me alle har. Kvar gong me vel å pusta, har me vald det gjennom kroppen. Å blinka, eller å seia hei til ein framand på gata, eller…
Baudrillard thought that simulacra were simulations of a real referent. For instance, a boy emulating the behaviours of his father (that which is simulated), creating a certain behavior (a simulacrum of behaviour). If you didn't want to operate on a representational mode of thinking, where everything is refering to something "real" in a sign system, then I have a following thought: Simulation is a…
I tried writing a longer and more structured essay than usual about my thoughts on Adoria, however I could not get myself to write the more finer points of the essay. Mostly it seems to be due to the fact that my analysis of Adoria is simply me extending similar points that I’ve done previously on previous topics, only with specific Adorian examples. Hunting for examples to analyse leaves you open…
Denne vert litt meir teknisk Leslie, så berre sei frå dersom du lurer på noko her (eg er ikkje sikker på om eg har skriven så bra, samt så er eg litt usikker med nokon av punkta som er her) Når det kjem til realisme VS idealisme, så er standpunktet mitt at det er fleire ting som motiverer meg til å seia ja til realisme, men eg klarar ikkje å argumentera mot idealismen. Når eg seier realisme og…
[SP] You know how we sometimes get scared of insdustrial machines/oil/factories. Write a story that uses these types of things to invoke a sense of eldritch horror. Reddit comment: “there is no alternative” Anything alive is interconnected. Plants and rhizomes connect together in underground roots, providing information to other plants. From this, a tree knows where to sprout its leaves, thus…