Something in my brain broke in the past year and I can’t see typos anymore. It worries me and I delete more tweets than can be counted. It’s not the words that disappear, but for so long I could find a misplaced comma in a textbook and now that sensation of spotting has diminished. Odd to be an editor now and not a line-reader. Larger screen, daily glasses, yes. But also the shame of so often mis-speaking in public; seeing only the mistakes and not the intended thought.
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Last night I dreamt a few things. I dreamt I read “Arcades” and I dreamt of a notebook with another notebook in it and the thing was called “Foresight.” I dreamt of an up-scrolling blog (because aren’t these anecdotes running the wrong way) and then that got one-upped. I dreamt I was in love, and dreamt that was enough. I dreamt I got over not writing and I dreamt of other things. Did you dream last night, or did you sleep like a lamb and spend the day making, instead?
The entertainment industry refines and multiplies the varieties of reactive behavior among the masses. In this way, it makes them ripe for the workings of advertising. The link between this industry and the world exhibitions is thus well established.” [G16.7]