“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

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Uncanny Hotel: Oh, It's My House

Selling one's house makes you realize that it was never yours. It's like realizing that you were always already living in a hotel. Paging Dylan Trigg: it's a weird, uncanny feeling. It was so overwhelming last night I got quite depressed and put on Star Trek: Next Generation, always a sign of depression for me. I couldn't even watch that!

Unheimlich means un-homelike.

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