“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

Sunday, November 13, 2011

High Altitude Weeping

Ian Bogost and I were talking about the danger of watching movies on planes that have any emotional resonance in them whatsoever.

One is alone at high altitude, on a sofa in the sky. One's time and space is derealized and emotions become (Ian's term) decoupled from rationality.

Yes. It's like the Buddhist bardo. Your emotions go berserk in the absence of a familiar reference point.

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