“boris seizing my hand, bloody at the knuckles where i’d punched him on the playground, and pressing it to his own bloodied mouth”
“the snow in the mountains was melting and bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation” - Donna Tartt
Eros—carnal desire—is an embodied experience, and our phones do a terrific job of getting us out of our bodies and into our heads. In the digital age, we often neglect our bodies entirely, and use them merely as a way to transport our heads to meetings. (The rise of rave culture and physical fitness programs since the 1990s is perhaps evidence that we feel the need to fight against this.) No one feels connected, present, alive, embodied, or sexy when they’re on their phone all day.
And our phones don’t just move us out of our bodies, but they have become something of a second brain, a second body. You don’t have to remember something if you can record it, photograph it, or type it into your notes app. You don’t have to look good in person if you look good on Instagram. Our phones not only hollow out our true selves, but are starting to replace us.
yeah i think his ass is having some revelations.
reaching the point of hyperfixation where I can no longer engage with it due to the nausea that I experience at the mere thought of seeing it on my screen is the closest I’ve ever been to being diagnosed with female hysteria
Why do you make me cry?
they need to invent somewhere where I belong
calvin and hobbes, bill watterson / clear night, charles wright