A natural elevation of the earth’s floor rising roughly abruptly to a summit, and attaining an altitude larger than that of a hill, usually better than 2000 feet (610 meters). Kim Goldberg has been contributing magical, otherworldly writing to Dark Mountain for a while now, and her work by no means fails to shock and beguile. The sea was talking to us. Part of the story it had to tell was that it had been telling this story for a time that we aren’t actually used to registering, deep time, time that extends beyond many generations of human lifespans. Still, the central thrust of our spirituality accommodates over time to match present circumstances. It would’ve been a greater technique to spend his time than the ‘conventional’ leisure evening.
Mount Logan is the largest non-volcanic mountain in base space (120 sq mi or 311 km2). We produce and hunt down writing, artwork and tradition rooted in place, time and nature. Day by day, the machines are gaining floor upon us; day by day we have gotten more subservient to them…the time will come when the machines will hold the real supremacy over the world and its inhabitants…Our opinion is that warfare to the demise needs to be immediately proclaimed against them.
I don’t spend a lot of time chatting about anti-utilitarianism with my neighbours, though on reflection, now I’ve read about it, perhaps I’ve been ‘critiquing the hegemony of the epistemological postulates of economics’ (p. 21) in my every day life all these years without realising it; I name it ‘constructing a home and planting a backyard while having fun with friends’.
Computer shops on the time have been mostly renting out complete units of private computers for businessmen and universities, making them an infrastructural target in keeping with Kaczynski’s different actions. Many of the workshop members talked about stepping out of time, or at the very least time as they normally conceptualise and experience it. Because of the intensity of the wind and water, it took very little time to get lost within the phenomenal encounter.
The crowd is drunk and rowdy; in spite of everything, it is time for competition, and whether or not identified or simply felt, not far from here, thirty-three indigenous mothers and fathers have been murdered trying to barricade the copper mine that’s destroying the water they and their kids drink. There have been no rose bushes in the deep forest because of the shortage of light, so I figured it might make a reasonable present.