Five Briefs / Memorable Fancies #847

My shadow precedes me. No great mystery: it’s sunset and the light is behind me. But next morning it does the same.

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Machines have ‘spirituals’ even though they have no ‘spirits.’ They gather in the evenings and retrieve sad hymns from their database. [– after Ludwig Wittgenstein]

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The end of everything was a disappointment, of course, since I’d made plans for my future, and now, no one’s future will ever happen,. It was some consolation for me that our leaders would have no future, either. [– after Jean Baudrillard]

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Inspection of the call girls by the madam: Open wide, now. “Say ‘Ah’”

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[“The plaza recomposes itself as you walk away.” – Roberto Bolaño] Looking back, it’s whole again; it has expelled you, its spit-wad, its foreign extrusion.

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