Repository of words and images of subjective note
I like to take stones from one place and leave them in another place. It's a kind of terrorism.
空気読めない, „unable to read the air“, to chide people who aren’t reading the context.
Architecture that flickers and buzzes like faulty neon, that is washed intermittent static like a weak video signal.
True beauty is as rare as is, among humans, the person who is capable of defying himself, that is to say choosing a certain self and imposing it on her/himself. Maximum freedom is born of the ultimate severity.
As there is nothing from the first, where does the dust itself collect?
Lying is a skill, and it requires a special trait: the ability to create another reality.
I give names to things based not on what they are, but what they ought to be.
All zu viel des von Menschenhand geschaffenen ist hässliches, ineffizientes, deprimierendes Chaos.
Don't the tea masters Rikyū and Kobori Enshū say that even a speck of dirt out of place in the teahouse garden spoils the flavor of the tea?
As I see it, and as I live, I don’t have any weaknesses. I’ve set things up so that objectively I won’t have any, but can simply live my life subjectively, the best way I can conceive of.
I am many. Together, we are one.
I’m not anti-search-engine, but i'm anti-easy. I think creating confusion is the best way to use the internet.
To be a person you have to find a sweet spot in which you both invent yourself and are real.
Follow your vision. Form secretive Rogue Cells everywhere. At the same time, be not afraid of solitude.
Do something unique that only you and no one else in the world can do. Don’t call it art.
True emptiness does not occur until the first mark is put on paper.
Takezō unhurriedly donned his kimono. With his teeth, he tore off a strip of cloth from his sash, and gathering his damp hair behind, tied it near the roots so tightly that his eyebrows and the corners of his eyes were stretched.
Not being able to tell how far the self extends.
Don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical; don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.
Surface is an illusion, but so is depth.
When I am busy, the mountain looks at me. When I am at leisure, I look at the mountain. Though it seems the same, it is not the same, For busyness is inferior to leisure.
A lot of the power of the idea lies in the form it’s expressed in.
Technology and art are synonyms.
I think we have enough coziness in our lives. Isn’t it nice every once in a while, to have a little bit of discipline and to have something that makes you sit up kind of straight?
This came up: it is now an indicator of high status to appear to be incredibly busy and in/on-demand. Historical indicators of high status, however, including being incredibly UNbusy and hard to reach.
Es geht in der Monochromie nicht mehr um Beziehungen und Verhältnisse, Beziehungen zwischen Menschen, Verhältnisse zwischen Linie und Farbe oder zwischen Farbtönen, nicht mehr um ein Miteinandner, ein Gleichgewicht der Kräfte oder eine Spannung, die es auszuhalten gilt, sondern um Alleinherrschaft.
We no longer see the internet as a means to communicate, but as a way to change the nature of reality itself.
The Taoist and Zen conception of perfection, however, was different. The dynamic nature of their philosophy laid more stress upon the process through which perfection was sought than upon perfection itself. True beauty could be discovered only by one who mentally completed the incomplete.
Some nights, the city is so still, it’s almost as if it has left us.
[Stanley Kubrik movies convey] this sense of a stylized, existential terror - a relentless, merciless aesthetic.
How weird is now? You don't know until you get up and turn your device on in the morning. It is either no weirder than it was yesterday or it's hugely weirder than it was yesterday.
Maybe it’s about fighting and living a quiet live. These are the big challenges that I face and I get satisfaction that I can solve them both at the same time.
In choosing successive performance spaces for our bodies, it is precisely the trails that link our bodies that become urban spaces for each person. Accordingly, the total urban space can be described as the infinitely interwoven spaces of linear trails that are selected and linked by each person.
A generation later, we’re living in a future that is both nothing like the Gibson future and instantly recognisable as its less stylish, less romantic cousin. Instead of Zaibatsus run by faceless salarymen, we have doctrinaire thrusting young neocons and neoliberals who want to treat everything from schools to hospitals as businesses.
Reaching for perfection knowing that you cannot entirely fulfill it: this is the adventurous and exciting starting point. If you would really believe [in your own] rules, i think it would be naïve. If you really would believe that there is something like perfection, it would be a terrible misunderstanding.
Hooded figures, hunched over their notebooks, traversing space and time. Technospiritualism.
The only path to happiness is responsibility. Not getting what you want but doing what you need to do.
There’s a lot of people that could be designers, a lot of people have great ideas, but it’s the execution. It’s easy to have inspiration and have a vision and an aesthetic, but if you don’t have the execution and you don’t get it out there properly and on time, it doesn’t matter. It’ll sink.
Responsibility is resistance.
Miegakure: A spatial composition in which it is not possible to see all the parts at the same time. […] to allow the mind the possibility of reconstructing a mental image of the entire edifice.
To be a construct does not mean to be unreal or made up; quite the opposite.
[An] anti-humanist turn within culture that acknowledged the constructedness of subjectivity and the self as a product of cultural, libidinal, and linguistic signifying systems.
She hated all making, all colours and elaborate adornment, wearing only black and silver and living in bare chambers, and the gardens of the house in Osgiliath were filled with tormented sculptures beneath cypresses and yews.
Everything i touch turns into me.
Es ist eine solche Wohltat, mit Unbekanntem konfrontiert zu werden, mit einem Hinweis, einer Information, die eine andere Antwort vorsieht als das ewige: ja, ich weiß.
Strolling from fiction to fiction across dream stage spaces, we may revel in a futuristic urban life.
Post-contemporary: The future constantly invades and forever haunts the production of both the present and past.
There are certainly ideas that i can trace back. That came to me initially when I was a teenager. That's when the idea first came and now I have formulated it one way or another. But in practice it's all the same substance.
If you can't leave your mark, give up.
The simulacrum is never what hides the truth – it is truth that hides the fact that there is none. The simulacrum is true.
The potter himself was as sharp as a sword from Sagami. Yet he enveloped the whole thing in beauty. This tea bowl looks very simple, but there's a certain haughtiness about it, something regal and arrogant, as though he didn't regard other people as being quite human.
Keep the fools wondering.
Ruinieren wird zu einer erkenntniskritischen Haltung. Sie ist nicht mutwillig zerstörerisch, sondern konstitutiv. Sie definiert das Werk von vornherein gerade deswegen als interessant, weil es keinen Anspruch auf Endgültigkeit erheben kann.
All palaces are temporary palaces.
The beautiful is just the first degree of the terrible.
Don't cry! Work!
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- Coffee Black Delight
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- Lunch Salibaba
- Dinner VU or Mexiko Strasse
- Nice dinner Zipang
- Books Sautter + Lackmann
- Records Smallville
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