Similarly, it is assumed that corporate capitalism is ‘‘de-humanising’’ (epitomised in Herbert Marcuse’s (1964) One Dimensional Man); that it produces ‘‘sameness’’ (the not so nuanced version of the globalisation thesis in which multinational firms eliminate inter alia cultural differences); and that the small-scale represents a sustainable alternative to global corporate capitalism…Without taking to task the Marcusian thesis, small-scale production can produce ‘‘sameness’’ (Gregson and Crewe 2003) as much as corporate capital allows for the localisation of consumption and production, therefore reinforcing place-specific patterns of consumption (Harvey 1993)…In this literature then, one can identify both commodity fetishism and a certain amount of romanticism in its appreciation for small-scale, local informal production, consumption, and exchange.
They left him for dead last night. In circles he ran, searching for someone (/something/somewhere) new to belong to. Home was a temple perched atop the endless stairs. He climbed his way to the apex. The disciples welcomed him. “You have been lost and found, dear one.”
There, high above, safe from mortals and wounded feelings, our pilgrim took to sleep, falling into a dreamless eternal slumber.
Stephen Hawking… found it tantalizing that we could not remember the future. But remembering the future is child’s play for me now. I know what will become of my helpless, trusting babies because they are grown-ups now. I know how my closest friends will end up because so many of them are retired or dead now… To Stephen Hawking and all others younger than myself I say, ‘Be patient. Your future will come to you and lie down at your feet like a dog who knows and loves you no matter what you are.
His parents, both fifty-five years of age, asleep on the sofa. Growing old together means spending most of the time on the couch with a television programme on but with your eyes shut; your bodies together in this world, but your minds, separate. Drifting. Roaming. Wandering other dreamworlds.
i like this word unspeakable
it feels ego-puncturing yet beautiful yet weird yet fascinating yet spooky yet physical nonhuman yet human”