No more for us the wine of the lips,
No more for us the knowledge.
Lo the fair dead!
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No more for us the wine of the lips,
No more for us the knowledge.
Lo the fair dead!
“If we are indeed doomed to the comically convergent task of dismantling the universe, and fabricating from its stuff an artifact called The Universe, it is reasonable to suppose that such an artifact will resemble the vaults of an endless film archive built to house, in eternal cold storage, the infinite film.”
Hollis Frampton | “For a Metahistory of Film: Commonplace Notes and Hypotheses”