Another birthday in the books...

I've been busy, hopefully will be posting more stuff here soon.

post-script to nothing

Maybe trying to become a "whole person" isn't worth the effort. I've felt better in my isolation than I have in a long time. Anti-capitalists complain about the system being rigged to force everyone into the bondage of work. Anti-socialists complain that the state has too much control over how we work. Labor is the word of the day, but it doesn't matter really where you side - people are made to work. Voltaire got it right in Candide.

I could lament my aloneness, my lack of having a girlfriend or people to hang out with. I could lament a lot of things, but when it comes down to it - I want so little from others... I'm assuming this is why I'm bad at that whole "love thing" and why so few feel that they actually know me. I think that if I felt sad I'd be more inspired to write.

As it is, I'm very busy doing things that I like. I wonder how long that can sustain me.

eye of the night
blinking terrible
flitters

'til morning catches
on fire with heavy
suns streaking
swaths of dew

eye of the night
drinking tremble
shudders

'til morning scratches
o'er coals smoldering
embers flaking
glowing brew

I of the night
sinking parable
flutters

away

'til morning comes
bright and domineering
resplendently commanding
the scene

The Procession of Simulacra: case study

Björk's Bachelorette video



Simulacra: copies without an original. How strange that this video is advanced by:

1) A book that somehow writes itself
2) A simulations of the events in the book
3) Simulations of the simulation of the events of the book

Each time strikingly similar, yet distant and uncanny. A perfect picture of the procession of simulacra.