December 2010
48 posts
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Zadie Smith on The Social Network (the movie) and... →
youmightfindyourself:
When a human being becomes a set of data on a website like Facebook, he or she is reduced. Everything shrinks. Individual character. Friendships. Language. Sensibility. In a way it’s a transcendent experience: we lose our bodies, our messy feelings, our desires, our fears. It reminds me that those of us who turn in disgust from what we consider an overinflated...
prospal:
Into Ya - Jesse McCartney
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture in the lonely shore,...”
– Lord Byron Childe Harold (via sixohthree)
