"Outside your window Waited for you You didn't come You never do In the city in the winter time The snow and the rhyme Cover the isolation Yesterday, baby, they told you the news They meant no harm They never do You can take it anyway you want It comes and it goes Rising in broken waves and dreams Heavy hours passing by the way Heaven knows how I am trying, babe I hear you breathing So steady and true The whole night long The whole night through Your lungs soft heaving Slow drunken time Falling with mine Forever here Heavy hours dragging by the way Heaven knows how I am trying, baby Heavy hours passing by the way Devil knows how hard I am trying, babe..."
An experimental hub in Ridgewood, Queens for developing the skills, practices, and tools for building autonomy in the Anthropocene.
La web de Carlos A. Scolari (@cscolari)
Über den Engel der Geschichte und mehr
writer, film maker, performance artist
refracting theory: politics, cybernetics, philosophy
the enactive approach to intersubjectivity
Draw a distinction. Watch its form. Work its unrest. Know your ignorance.