I was dreaming when I wrote this; forgive me if it goes astray. But when I woke up this morning, I realized there’s not enough time to experience future anymore. You’ve probably noticed this too...

If there has ever been the possibility to turn back time, this would be a well-suited moment to do so. However much things might turn out to be the same, at least I would have known certain things in advance—provided, of course, that in turning back time I could remember the future...

Cookie is my first cousin once removed on my father’s side. As a kid I came to know her through a handful of summer visits—the likely outcome of being separated by six states or so...

Dialogue
Gilbert Vicario, a curator in the department of Latin American Art at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston, speaks to preeminent New York Times critic Roberta Smith about the state of the arts, criticism and things to come.
featuring Matt Keegan, Julieta Aranda, Adam Schreiber, Beth Campbell, Ian Kiaer and Shahab Fatouhi
Three minutes of doing nothing…then everything goes black. In 1983, John Socha wrote the first screensaver software. Named SCRNSAVE, his simple program turned computer screens to black after three minutes of inactivity (the time delay could be adjusted only by recompiling the program)...

The philosophy of modern times distinguishes itself as a philosophy of finitude. In contrast to its Greek and Christian predecessors, it makes finitude not a fault or metaphysical imperfection but the positive condition of human existence...
I have recently become obsessed with the eighties cinematic masterpiece Back to the Future...

It begins with Ijon Tichy, hero, flying through space in his personal spaceship. He is cooking himself a sirloin steak. The spaceship comes to a halt. Tichy goes outside in his spacesuit to see what’s wrong and finds the rudder broken. To repair it, you need two people...

I’mmm not a fan of attending these high profile mmmeetings. I’mmm sure there’s going to be another terrorist attack—perhaps even THE terrorist attack of the century. Dammmn it, the self-replicating signs on the walls of hotels mmmake mmme nervous...

Project Space
There you are: insignificant, sleepless, decomposing, speaking to yourself in the second person, as if dead already. In fact, dead already. Slowly experiencing your own demise. But in a way you’ve been dead for a long time, a corpse that has forgotten to lay down, a marked man without much recourse or shelter, a fugitive everyone has been aiming for. None of this is new to you. And you’ve learned to live like the dead–without expectations; understanding that whatever your life may be worth isn’t up to you.

No One Belongs Here More Than You
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Mary Heilmann: Save the Last...
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