In a practical sense, the Web is both blessing and distraction, of course, like the biggest gambling zone ever invented, but I’m very taken with it these days as an infinite dream-space. You can get anything online, including things that don’t even exist. We’ve invented our own collective unconscious. The normal rules of time and space don’t apply. It’s held together by some other force than gravity. It’s endless. It’s like some unimaginably huge, messy novel that’s writing itself both with and without us. So, I enjoy the Web’s gargantuan, protean, slightly dangerous company. It’s the new ocean.
- Stacey D'Erasmo
just found these great lines in Papercuts - the New York Times Book Blog. a link i had lost, and now rediscoverde again. together with the painting i found on a sidewalk, 2 years ago. i still like it, even more so for the footprints on the sketched universe.
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