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‘50 Years of Recuperation of the Situationist International’ by McKenzie Wark

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Work Diary entry 7, (Tuesday 2nd of April, 2024)

23:15. Last Thursday or Friday M, T, C and I helped me pack and move my stuff to the new studio. I haven't been since, it seems like a huge accomplishement to make it nice to work in there. We need lamps, shelves, to put the walls up, etc., but it's not a priority for the others, or it might be, somethings are more pressuring than otherthings. It's hard for me to do things on my own lately, maybe it has been hard for a long time. It makes me wonder if something is inherently wrong with me, but I think, the more I open my eyes and choose to see, that something is inherently wrong with the world. I feel paralyzed, decentisized. The work I have to do seems to not be worth it in its abundance. Still I can't find the willingness or power within me to do the work it takes to move towards a better future. It's not necessarily true, I have a tendency to worry and become truly pessimistic about everything. Even mistrustful in people I love and who love me. There could be a wall between me and everything else. A beautiful and endless wall, rising above me and around me into the depth of the sky. The wall is translucent and glowing pink plastic, and in it tiny pieces of silver confetti glitter catches the light of the sun, moon and stars. It would glow and blind me with regression and nostalgia. Its interference would shade my gaze. Nostalgia for a past saturated with glistening products hard with intention. As a child I understood my position as the neutral position, a home in the peaceful western Europe, as good as USA; maybe even better. I had my Barbie Spears, my Polly, my superstars dressed in pink. I'd give my My Little Pony's bubble baths in the sink and tend to their hair. The world was peaceful and safe and I was too little to think it could be otherwise - it was all a pink lie.

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"By rejecting a distinction between the physical world and the social constructs of human thoughts, meanings and desires, such perspectives open up the possibility to explore how each affects the other, and the agency of things other than humans (for instance, a tool, a technology or a building). These ontological shifts not only emancipate the affective capacities of the non-human, but also establish an ethics that can engage productively with human culture, with other living things, and with the wider environment of inanimate matter."

(Bennett, 2010; Chen, 2012).

On new materialism.

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Only Freedom is holy writing on stone bench in Freetown Christiania,a hippie community and commune established by squatters in Copenhagen, Denmark

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Fleur De PNG1, 2022

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Work Diary entry 5 /Wednesday 2oth f Marcg

then the other one officially is work entry 6, will change that ASAP. posted at 21:56 on March 28th

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Work Diary entry 6, (Tuesday 26th of March, 2024)

What is the correct way to write a date? I wonder about this every time I have to write one down. Could be different from place to place, could differ depending on who I'm telling the date to or what the purpose of write it down is. There's something called The International Standard (again I wonder who came up with that idea) where it's recommended writing the date as year, then month and the day. YYYY-MM-DD. 2024-03-26 and the time is 09:02, the weather is mild and slightly cold I think. I just woke up from a dream where I was stuck in an old elevater going up, everytime I tried to click a button to open the doors it just kept going up, I tried to kick in the doors but yeah, just kept going up until it reached the roof and the door opened and the elevator started to loosen itself from the structure and was about to fall down the shaft and that's when I woke up.

Yesterday I did a lot. I woke up at 8-ish and went to pick up my work from the show I didn't enjoy, I'm still contemplating if I should send them an evaluation on e-mail. Afterwards I bought paper and pens and saw Z's exhibition in the inner city. Then I met up with A to have a meeting about painting, we have assignments for our next meeting in a month. Then I helped out V with his piece, hammering aluminium and screwing in the cupboard doors.

Today I'm meeting with I at 11 to do some graphic work and at 15:30 I'm getting the keys for the new studio. The more I think about the less keen I am on sharing it... Let's see how it goes.