We don't experience things collectively or cathartically anymore. Viewing has become an intensely private, fetishistic, compulsive process that happens separately from others, and that reflects not only our relation to cinema as a space of possibility, belief, and imagination. But… — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
I was never really satisfied with writing only text or with the way my texts looked when they were published. Most online journals have… — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
Not only is true love rare and true rebellion rare, real love is itself a radical form of rebellion - engagement, thinking, and being… — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
In the digital economy, everything is archived, catalogued, readily available, and yet nothing really endures. — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
Love has been the ontological pattern for me. And also the withholding pattern. — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
I still have faith in people. But that is getting increasingly harder to maintain. I just don't see many people today choosing love. I… — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
Thinking through quotes, which to say scouring a range of texts for insight, is one way to outline the process of thinking/feeling through a… — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
At any moment I could give up, but I haven't because love for me is an indispensable structure for being. — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
Quotes are like prompts. A way of searching, connecting the dots. Other people's thinking has always - both positively and negatively - jumpstarted my thinking. Quotes are also a way of acting out not just a text, and not just thinking, but the making of a text. The construction of thinking. The quotes are part of those constructions and reflections.… — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share
For me, the eye and the word go together. Even when I was working in word documents, I was always obsessed with fonts, size,… — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
The digital age is for me in many ways about temporal wounding. It's really messed up our ontological clocks. — Masha Tupitsyn Copy Share Image
