An article from 2015 is making the rounds again because the internet has no new ideas and neither do we, that says Shakespeare (yes that Shakespeare) was quite possibly absolutely baked out of his mind the entire time. Pipes found in his garden. Cannabis residue. And honestly this explains so much. We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little life is rounded with a sleep; that is not a sober sentence. You write that at 2am after hotboxing a Tudor outhouse with the total stoned clarity that nothing has meaning and everything is beautiful. There’s a small installation by Leah Rosenberg at the SF Moma titled “The Things We Use to Make the Things We Must” – what a banger of a sentence. A sentence so good it makes you want to go home and lie down. Another article coming back from the grave: celery used to be expensive. It was displayed in crystal vases at dinner tables like a bouquet of flowers, nibbled on by posh aristocrats who thought it had magical powers, which is to say:…
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