Monday, January 21, 2019

It's All Paper and Plastric, Man.


The Songbird by Marcia Willett. It's all a bunch of paper sewn and glued together, man. It's just... like.. a thing. It's won't lead you to enlightenment, dude.

The ParAgon Hotel by Lyndsey Faye. Think of it this way: if you take this other collection of dead and compressed tree fibers how will your life change? The message inside if the meaning, man. The message inside, man, not the thing itself.

Crewel and Unusual by Molly Macrae. These books are just things. The message inside is what changes you. You gotta stop holding onto things, man. They're just things.


One Year After by William R. Forstchen. 10 hours on 8 CDs.  See? See?! Here it is, man. A prime example. You can't get caught up in the medium. Don't listen to McLuhan. The medium is not the message. Take the knowledge and dispose of the vessel. Free yourself of objects. Of things. That's why you go to the library. They keep the things, you keep the knowledge, man.

Man? Hey, man? You listening? Oh nuts, this is my stop. Catch you later, dude.


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