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avery ✧ 24 ✧ PhD student in environmental engineering ✧ posting mostly about science, grad school life, art, nature, and philosophy

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7.23.2024

7.23.2024
7.23.2024

7.23.2024

Feeling very far away from myself.

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“It would be vain to turn away from the past to think only of the future. It is a dangerous illusion to believe that such a possibility even exists. Opposing the future and the past is absurd. The future brings us nothing, gives us nothing; we are the ones who, in order to build it, must give it everything, give it our very lives. But in order to give, we must possess, and we possess no other life, no other sap, but only the treasures inherited from the past and digested, absorbed and recreated by us. Of all the needs of the human soul, there is none more vital than the past.”

—Simone Weil, “Industrial Uprootedness,” The Need for Roots (1952)


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1 year ago

love plants. learn about plants. relax with plants. study plants. restore habitats with plants. improve human life using plants. solve hunger with plants. build community with plants. help climate change with plants. experience wonder because of plants. Plants 👍🌳


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11 months ago
(1) the ruling class benefits from illiteracy.

(2) short-form video entertains more than it sticks.

(3) reading is a discipline distinct from listening, watching, or other forms of literacy. It’s a skill that needs to be honed separately.

(4) Absolutely no one comes to save us but us.

"Absolutely no one comes to save us but us."

Ismatu Gwendolyn, "you've been traumatized into hating reading (and it makes you easier to oppress)", from Threadings, on Substack [ID'd]


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11 months ago

my uncle was somewhat of a rascal. we were hanging out on the roof of his barn when i was ten, and we saw some shooting stars. he told me they were angels carrying messages from god. then he handed me his old hunting rifle and taught me how to nick one out of the sky, even when it was travelling all fast like that, and how to triangulate its location — taking me out in his rusty truck down dirt roads, unerring and unceasing, until we saw that gleaming lantern. he pocketed the note from god and took me down to a pinboard where he was working on deciphering the language with his friend who was a linguistics major but got kicked out of grad school. after they shook hands, they held on for just a bit too long and i started wondering why my aunt doesn’t live with my uncle anymore, but then my uncle took me back up stairs and taught me how to fry the angel up real nice, halo and all. it was tasty


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