(Source: voodoovoodoo)
Architecture of Density
Seven million people are sardine-canned into a mere 1,108 square kilometers of Hong Kong, comprised of 6,588 high rise buildings (several hundred more than in New York City). Hong Kong’s metoric development and population explosion produced these head-spinningly claustrophobic living conditions, photographed here by Michael Wolf. In each picture it’s hard to imagine that anything else exists besides these massive walls, it seems as if the architecture itself has somehow overtaken the world it springs from.
Artist: website (via: china smack / kotaku)
(via androphilia)
What a fun place that would be!
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Well it sure would be effective!
I feel morally wrong when I greet my friends without hugging them.
I feel morally wrong if I’m not in some way doing something that will better my music.
Like it’s a sin or something. Like it starves/suffocates a part of me.
We are the bearers of consciousness - -
Everything is one thing. But that thing is a changing thing. And in some places it is at odds with itself. A universe at odds with itself. Sad and rather alarming. Since humans are conscious, and are conscious of the fact that we haven’t found other conscious beings anywhere besides earth, we should take it upon ourselves to take it upon ourselves. In other words, if meaning doesn’t exist, we should create it. Which, with regard to the question of the existence of meaning, is a roundabout way of saying, “Who cares?”
Once we’ve done that, we should take it upon ourselves to use our consciousness by enlarging it, and by then doing all we can to put ourselves at ease with the rest of ourself, and ultimately quit being at odds with it. When that happens, perhaps something magnificent is possible. Perhaps not. But this could be the only opportunity.
One thing you have no idea of is how sophisticated I think you are.
Most people around here are scared of a lot of things. And even the people whose personal philosophical and theological beliefs line up with my own, are very, very lost.
Except I’m lost too. I’m on a journey, I don’t know where the path leads, and sometimes I’m not sure it leads anywhere significant. The difference is, I’m just honest about it.
"Contemplating an object fixedly with the mind, asking myself, ‘What is it?’ without thinking of any other object or relating it to anything else for hours on end."
Simone Weil (via fernsandmoss)
If you catch a wave, ride it.
"I don’t have to be anything at all. I don’t even have to be myself, because there is no such thing as not being myself. I am inescapably myself."
Mooji (via erosboros)
(Source: slychedelic, via erosboros)
(Source: theinnocenceofabird, via moisab)
