holy shit, it's a fucking rainbow.
i like going on adventures and running around in animal masks and tall glasses of ginger ale and being a part of nutella circles that take place on grassy hills. i also wish i knew how to rollerbowl. new friends are fun! (+ last.fm + twitter + vimeo + flickr)
getting mail is pretty ace!
getting mail is pretty ace!
Apr 11
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‘I think of the postmodern attitude as that of a man who loves a very cultivated woman and knows he cannot say to her, “I love you madly”, because he knows that she knows (and that she knows that he knows) that these words have already been written by Barbara Cartland. Still, there is a solution. He can say, “As Barbara Cartland would have put it, I love you madly”. At this point, having avoided false innocence, having said clearly that it is no longer possible to speak innocently, he will nevertheless have said what he wanted to say to the woman: that he loves her, but he loves her in an age of lost innocence. If the woman goes along with this, she will have received a declaration of love all the same. Neither of the two speakers will feel innocent, both will have accepted the challenge of the past, of the already said, which cannot be eliminated, both will consciously and with pleasure play the game of irony … But both will have succeeded, once again, in speaking of love.’
—Umberto Eco.
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