From the first section of Elizabeth McCracken’s short story “Some Terpsichore” in her latest collection, Thunderstruck
In the same story, there are two other bits that stuck with me:
from section 7: “Listen: don’t tell me otherwise. It was not nice love, it was not good love, but you cannot tell me that it wasn’t love. Love is not oxygen, though many songwriters will tell you that it is; it is not a chemical that is either definitively present or absent; it cannot be reduced to its parts. It is not like a flower, or an animal, or anything that you will ever be able to recognize when you see it. Love is food. That’s all. Neither better not worse. Sometimes very good. Sometimes terrible. But to say - as people will - that wasn’t love. As though that makes you feel better! Well it might not have been nourishing, but it sustained me for awhile.” (reblogged a part of this earlier, from slaughterhouse90210)
from section 9: “I didn’t know what would become of him. I had to quit caring. It wasn’t love and it wasn’t the saw and it wasn’t a fear of being alone that kept me there: it was wanting to know the end of the story, and wanting the end to be happy.”
A multi-institutional team of new-media artists, computer experts, and museum professionals have discovered a dozen previously unknown experiments by Andy Warhol (BFA, 1949) on aging floppy disks from 1985.
It’s kinda funny to be presented with the news of new works by established artist from a digital medium, but then again it is well known that Warhol loved working with the Commodore Amiga - some links below: