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This is a personal project by @dellsystem. I built this to help me retain information from the books I'm reading.

Source code on GitHub (MIT license).

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$700 billion a year on advertising project/billboards

While it may look like we are getting something for nothing, advertising-financed culture is not free. We pay environmentally, we pay with our self-esteem, and we pay with our attention, privacy, and knowledge. But we also pay with our pocketbooks, and this is key. Advertising is, in essence, a pri…

—p.213 The People's Platform: Taking Back Power and Culture in the Digital Age Drawing a Line (177) by Astra Taylor
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cutting workers away altogether project/billboards

The ultimate fantasy here – the ultimate fantasy of Capital ‘itself’ – is of cutting workers away altogether. Capital’s libidinal metaphysics is a kind of cosmic libertarianism: Capital identifies itself as a force of unbounded energy, whose capacity for infinite accumulation is obstructed only by …

—p.603 K-punk: The Collected and Unpublished Writings of Mark Fisher Democracy is Joy (599) by Mark Fisher
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capital's involvement is a precondition for culture project/billboards

The point of capital's sponsorship of cultural and sporting events is not only the banal one of accruing brand awareness. Its more important function is to make it seem that capital's involvement is a precondition for culture as such. The presence of capitalist sigils on advertising for events forc…

—p.512 The London Hunger Games (511) by Mark Fisher
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bathos

It was just a schmaltzy movie, a bathetic trigger for the romantic feelings, forged in my teens, that still lurked within me.

—p.243 by Sarah Manguso
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I was mourning a romantic image of her

I thought of us walking together, a little bent, bony, stepping carefully, in our very old age, our gnarled hands clasped. His eyes are still a shocking green. Our hair is white. We walk together like people who have had fifty years to learn each other’s gaits and to learn how to respond to each ot…

—p.242 by Sarah Manguso