March 2012
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“We talked about the weather for a while, then I asked them what they thought about Los Angeles, a city without boundaries, which ate the desert, cut down the Joshua and the May Pole, and dreamt of becoming infinite. One of my new Llano companeros said that L.A. already was everywhere. They had watched it every night in San Salvador, in endless dubbed reruns of I Love Lucy and Starsky and...
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“Rx: Intellectualism is the leprosy of the 21st century.”
“If I write what I feel, it’s to reduce the fever of feeling. What I confess is...”
– Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via theoldludwigvan)
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Luigi Russolo - Macchina Tipografica
