Brittain Ashford - A Day at Coney Island
Met this charming young singer from Brooklyn this past weekend…. can’t wait for some rain to lean this song and her others against.
Recognition.
Fine, fine words right here.I am more than one, infinitely divided.
Armed with wrinkled smiles,
I am lost in the opaque patterns of optimism.Experience eludes me, surrendering to the novelty of ignorance.
I tangle myself in words,
Carefully placed to conceal what once was.I know of nothing but sin.
And on my knees,
I tell only lies.
(via storymachine)
From a little project I started about a month ago… these nuggets of audio are packed with so much tiny gold I can barely stand it.Sunset Rubdown - Paper Lace
Can’t get enough of this!
Tool
http://www.scienceblog.com/cms/brain-represents-tools-temporary-body-parts-study-confirms-22536.html
If tools as objects can become extensions of ones body then what prevents the USE of tools from becoming extensions of ones mind?
I say nothing prevents it, that in fact its exactly what happens and further that mind can only exist this way. Our minds don’t stop at the edge of our skulls or even the at the ends of our limbs but instead are composed of the world around us.
Perhaps the feeling of consciousness is a temporary truth distilled from a dynamic world.
Right on the spot like that? No.
— Caitlin Call
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