This photobook that I hold in my hands, which could be a specific book or perhaps even a theoretical abstraction, bears the weight of countless trees. It was born from the death of innumerable living beings that no one gives much thought to.
This photobook that I hold in my hands, which could be a specific book or perhaps even a theoretical abstraction, bears the weight of countless trees. It was born from the death of innumerable living beings that no one gives much thought to.
This photobook that I hold in my hands, which could be a specific book or perhaps even a theoretical abstraction, bears the weight of countless trees. It was born from the death of innumerable living beings that no one gives much thought to.
An Antithetical Manifesto
An Antithetical Manifesto
An Antithetical Manifesto
Those towering beings with their small roots capable of growing quickly, were cut down, shredded, and soaked to make pulp for paper, often with the false promise that someone would destine their lives to a better purpose. That is, presuming they were trees cultivated from a farm. Chances are, they were the product of deforestation, or oak and maple trees that took years to reach maturity.
You used to be a tree, then wood, later pulp, now printed paper inserted between book covers. As a book, you’ve been made with the potential not to surrender to time or space, but rather to alter them, to speak for authors in their absence, to resurrect them in reading, which is how you come alive.
Space is folded and contained between the book covers that, once opened, reveal the true extent of how far it expands. It is the result of surveying the land, a thorough tilling of the soil to plant something that will grow beyond itself.
Those towering beings with their small roots capable of growing quickly, were cut down, shredded, and soaked to make pulp for paper, often with the false promise that someone would destine their lives to a better purpose. That is, presuming they were trees cultivated from a farm. Chances are, they were the product of deforestation, or oak and maple trees that took years to reach maturity.
You used to be a tree, then wood, later pulp, now printed paper inserted between book covers. As a book, you’ve been made with the potential not to surrender to time or space, but rather to alter them, to speak for authors in their absence, to resurrect them in reading, which is how you come alive.
Space is folded and contained between the book covers that, once opened, reveal the true extent of how far it expands. It is the result of surveying the land, a thorough tilling of the soil to plant something that will grow beyond itself.
Those towering beings with their small roots capable of growing quickly, were cut down, shredded, and soaked to make pulp for paper, often with the false promise that someone would destine their lives to a better purpose. That is, presuming they were trees cultivated from a farm. Chances are, they were the product of deforestation, or oak and maple trees that took years to reach maturity.
You used to be a tree, then wood, later pulp, now printed paper inserted between book covers. As a book, you’ve been made with the potential not to surrender to time or space, but rather to alter them, to speak for authors in their absence, to resurrect them in reading, which is how you come alive.
Space is folded and contained between the book covers that, once opened, reveal the true extent of how far it expands. It is the result of surveying the land, a thorough tilling of the soil to plant something that will grow beyond itself.
In essence, every book is a spatiotemporal device, a complex mechanism conceived as a kind of trap. Inside it, time is arranged in the form of sheets hinged at a folding axis called a spine, the binding that accrues energy generated by the want to communicate something, which the action of reading triggers to create a displacement of being.
In essence, every book is a spatiotemporal device, a complex mechanism conceived as a kind of trap. Inside it, time is arranged in the form of sheets hinged at a folding axis called a spine, the binding that accrues energy generated by the want to communicate something, which the action of reading triggers to create a displacement of being.
In essence, every book is a spatiotemporal device, a complex mechanism conceived as a kind of trap. Inside it, time is arranged in the form of sheets hinged at a folding axis called a spine, the binding that accrues energy generated by the want to communicate something, which the action of reading triggers to create a displacement of being.