the "Point", my dear agitators, co-conspirators, and revolutionaries, is kindness
i understand why old people sit outside just to sit outside
Late Victorian mourning hair reliquary circa 1900 © Collection Jean-Jacques Lebel; Exhibition “The Art of Hair” at Musee du Quai Branly, curated by Yves Le Fur.
Strange Glory: Awakening Man’s Latent Powers, edited by Gerry Goldberg (New York: St. Martin’s Press, 1977)
tumblr will never die because we’re all too incoherent and petty to leave. someone will just pirate the source code and start running “tunglr” and we’ll all move over like the chucklefucks we are
every time web developers try to “rebrand” or “repurpose” this website we just sink our heels deeper into the quicksand of our own absurdity
look what im saying is there was a story abt a group of artists whose house was demolished in order to make room for a new shopping mall and, once it was constructed, they fueled their rage and pettiness at being displaced into finding an unused room in the building, renovated it into a condo, outfitted it with a fully stocked kitchen, china hutch, AC, TV and gaming system and then proceeded to live in the mall undetected for years. that creativity? absurdity? sheer stubborn pettiness? thas tumblr babey!!!!
