Today I had an essay to write so decided to take it up to the roof since it was a nice day. Not my brightest of ideas ever. My back got fried adding to the patchwork quilt effect I seem to have going on just now.
Later on a stumbled across a book I've been meaning to read for ages, turns out it's pretty good. It's about the philosophy of photography and uses some fascinating metaphors to get it's ideas across. Likening the written word to “the linear world of history” and images to “none other than the world of magic.” It's fascinating, and despite the occasional 'what the heck are you talking about,' moment, the guy gets his point across fairly clearly.
I'm just not entirely sure what that is yet, given I only read the first few pages, but I'm looking forward to finding out.
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