—Marc Augé
See it this way.
—Joan Didion
This is for your convenience. As a courtesy. We anticipate you will soon seek containment.
Space for solid waste as yet undetermined. Parameters pending review final decision following. Location for their convenience.
[Ed. note: Pine Mountain Observatory, on the peak in the blue distance, is alarmed at the prospects of Bend's trash trucked and dumped nearby, particulating the atmosphere near the array of finely-tuned, remote-controlled telescopes.]
—Marc Augé, Non-pIaces: Introduction to an anthropology of supermodemity. 1992 [1995 Verso trans John Howe]
—Joan Didion, Democracy: A Novel. 1984
—Photos: Dry River country, eastern Deschutes County OR. September 2023. DB.
—Misclaimer: All conveniences appearing courtesy the County Commissioners. Rest, assured.
Marc Augé:
Experience of the remote has taught us to de-centre our way of looking, and we should make use of the lesson. The world of supermodernity does not exactly match the one in which we believe we live, for we live in a world that we have not yet learned to look at. We have to relearn to think about space.
Experience of the remote has taught us to de-centre our way of looking, and we should make use of the lesson. The world of supermodernity does not exactly match the one in which we believe we live, for we live in a world that we have not yet learned to look at. We have to relearn to think about space.
Rebecca Solnit, in Hope in the Dark:
History is shaped by the groundswells and common dreams that single acts and moments only represent. It’s a landscape more complicated than commensurate cause and effect. Politics is a surface in which transformation comes about as much because of pervasive changes in the depths of the collective imagination as because of visible acts.
History is shaped by the groundswells and common dreams that single acts and moments only represent. It’s a landscape more complicated than commensurate cause and effect. Politics is a surface in which transformation comes about as much because of pervasive changes in the depths of the collective imagination as because of visible acts.
SOME LAST QUESTIONS, a poem by Victoria Chang:
Will the clock dissolve?
Did rain enjoy falling? Did
the hands truly love me? Did
the treetops know? Was
sadness what we wanted? Were
the fireflies warning us?
Did rain enjoy falling? Did
the hands truly love me? Did
the treetops know? Was
sadness what we wanted? Were
the fireflies warning us?
