Sweet and stupid and wonderful.
Artwork for recent music releases by Scuba
Gosh, I love this. After some event, a space torus lies abandoned and abundant, a lo-fi space terrarium. From the thousands of mall speakers literred around its quiet forecourts and pools tinkle chill beats, interrupted only by the sounds of tropical birds and the occasional skeleton gently collapsing into its still grasped cocktail.
“I don’t think these prepper billionaires are aspiring to live in the world depicted in the Walking Dead because they’re horrible people. Or at least not just because they’re horrible people. They’re simply succumbing to one of the dominant ethos of the digital age, which is to design one’s personal reality so meticulously that existential threats are simply removed from the equation. The leap from a Fitbit tracking your heart rate to an annual full-body cancer scan or from a doorbell surveillance camera to a network of autonomous robot sentries is really just a matter of money. No matter the level of existential security, the Netflix shows we stream are the same.”
“Every act of knowing brings forth a world”
my theory about the weird seeds-being-sent-to-people thing is that if you plant one it grows into something that looks exactly like you, just exactly like you, and then one day it opens its eyes and “you’re free now, it’s okay, you’re free, you don’t have to do this anymore” and then you feel this incredible weight being lifted off your shoulders and you lie down and realise you never have to wake up again and it’s okay, it’s okay, you can just go, and you close your eyes and you do
