“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, December 10, 2014


I'm back into it. It was hard when very depressed. I wonder why. Perhaps it's because the quasi telepathy you get when you read narrative is disturbingly sensitizing. Or perhaps it's because time has collapsed so following the time threads is really onerous. Or perhaps it's because you're not willing to let yourself slide, for no reason.

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