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The Use of Uselessness

The Use of Uselessness

People ask me, ‘What is the use of climbing Mount Everest?’ and my answer must at once be, ‘It is of no use.’There is not the slightest prospect of any gain whatsoever. Oh, we may learn a little about the behaviour of the human body at high altitudes, and possibly medical men may turn our […]

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Firelight and Broken Glass at Big Sur

Firelight and Broken Glass at Big Sur

You orbit someone for years. Same rooms, same scenes, same tired circles. You see each other. You nod. You’re both exhausted by the sameness of it all, the mediocrity, but you don’t say it out loud. Not yet. Then one night, Big Sur. A campfire. Michael and Ciara are there too, but honestly, they might […]

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The Tree Had Better Shit to Do: Sesame Street’s Accidental Beckett and the Puppets Who Made Existentialism Sing

Somewhere in the vast corporate labyrinth of Children’s Television Workshop, some lunatic. blessed, probably way underpaid, convinced a room full of executives that what American four-year-olds really needed was Samuel Beckett filtered through puppet nihilism. And they were absolutely goddamn right. Because here’s what Waiting for Elmo understands that most prestige television has forgotten: absurdity […]

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The Tree Had Better Shit to Do: Sesame Street’s Accidental Beckett and the Puppets Who Made Existentialism Sing
Myanmar, 2008: The Persistence of Light in a Shuttered Room

Myanmar, 2008: The Persistence of Light in a Shuttered Room

What strikes you first isn’t the exotic otherness or the golden pagodas catching light like they’re trying to blind God himself. It’s the faces. Christ, those faces. They’re not performing for the lens; they’re just there, existing in that specific frequency of humanity that only emerges when people have learned to live under the boot […]

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February 14, 2008 · Wanderlust

unlike any land known about

unlike any land known about

Wanderlust along the Burma Road… This is Burma and it is unlike any land known about Rudyard Kipling So I’m on the Burma Road with Kipling in one pocket and Orwell in the other, and already I know I’m fucked. Because I can’t unread those guys, can’t unknow what they knew, what they got wrong, […]

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Papier-MΓ’chΓ© Gods

Papier-MΓ’chΓ© Gods

Look at those elephants. Seriously, look at them. Towering over the street like a dream made manifest, like something that crawled out of the collective unconscious and decided to take a walk. You think you understand puppets? You think they’re for children? You don’t know shit. Most of us don’t want to admit that we’re […]

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Soviet Jeeps, Rotting Planks, and the Ecstasy of Almost Dying

Soviet Jeeps, Rotting Planks, and the Ecstasy of Almost Dying

Wanderlust over a collapsing and swaying Myanmar bridge… So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore. T.S. Eliot, Little Gidding You know that moment, and if you’ve really traveled, you know exactly what I’m talking about, when […]

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