“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris

Saturday, September 24, 2011


Joe Wenderoth sent me a collection of pieces, maybe that's the wrong phrase—no that's definitely the wrong phrase, and as you can see I've been seriously affected by his prose style, which to put it bluntly causes me to slap my thighs with the joyful pain of laughter. It's hard to find someone who is able to play with time to this extent, and really pull it off.

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