To awaken, I hope I dream thought.
Think dreaming refines retrospect forward.
Forwardly facing backwards sates the centre.
Centred inbetweens make hold.
Whole.
Tuesday
quieter.
To awaken, I hope I dream thought.
Think dreaming refines retrospect forward.
Forwardly facing backwards sates the centre.
Centred inbetweens make hold.
Whole.
Monday
feverish perspective
Its the usual quarterly throat infection.
(its not my smoking mind you throat has been like this since I was like 11)
There's nothing like a mild fever to give perspective i'll say. Listless lazy me has decided that is much better to be purposeless and young than to be old and have outlived my purpose.
You say go get a purpose... do something with your life...
well... that was all in 2004-2006..... check the archives if you must.
Right now, i'm older and can't quite be fucked. (not to be confused with getting laid)
Yeah. So why purpose? So it makes living more bearable?
Maybe its so you can look in the mirror and justifiy your reflection.
Purpose in this town is overrated. Only because everyone here tags their existence to it.
It makes existential questions completely moot.
Cogs in the machine don't question their existence. They are there to turn. Just as they teach us that we are here to churn... grades...awards...KPI... pictures. Its the global economy dearies, we supply and we demand causing values of everything to fluctuate. To generate sustainability, premium must be added. So we supply more and are told to demand more. When ability to supply halts and only demand remainds (as age does to humans) it is inefficient and must therefore be discarded.
Seriously.There's a big hole somewhere in this argument but tell me i'm completely wrong wrong. Because if I tag my purpose=action and purpose=life, that would leave me with absolutely nothing when I have zero action i.e. sick/old/injured/insane
Depressing huh.
I'll remember my purpose when it next manifests. I just to figure this growing old.
As for my reflection... damn that boy needs to hit the gym.
(its not my smoking mind you throat has been like this since I was like 11)
There's nothing like a mild fever to give perspective i'll say. Listless lazy me has decided that is much better to be purposeless and young than to be old and have outlived my purpose.
You say go get a purpose... do something with your life...
well... that was all in 2004-2006..... check the archives if you must.
Right now, i'm older and can't quite be fucked. (not to be confused with getting laid)
Yeah. So why purpose? So it makes living more bearable?
Maybe its so you can look in the mirror and justifiy your reflection.
Purpose in this town is overrated. Only because everyone here tags their existence to it.
It makes existential questions completely moot.
Cogs in the machine don't question their existence. They are there to turn. Just as they teach us that we are here to churn... grades...awards...KPI... pictures. Its the global economy dearies, we supply and we demand causing values of everything to fluctuate. To generate sustainability, premium must be added. So we supply more and are told to demand more. When ability to supply halts and only demand remainds (as age does to humans) it is inefficient and must therefore be discarded.
Seriously.There's a big hole somewhere in this argument but tell me i'm completely wrong wrong. Because if I tag my purpose=action and purpose=life, that would leave me with absolutely nothing when I have zero action i.e. sick/old/injured/insane
Depressing huh.
I'll remember my purpose when it next manifests. I just to figure this growing old.
As for my reflection... damn that boy needs to hit the gym.
Friday
twiddling thumbs
1 year at news.... God it feels different now.
So much to be learnt, mistakes not to repeat and all i could ask for (its extra I know) is a nice body of personal work. The wonderful random connections with strangers, the sensation of being strangely human and alive. Its like standing in the breeze or gale or calm.
Like a sponge.... its seeping in slowly... i with i could let it linger a little without the work.
But the camera is almost a passport and a talisman, to protect and to pass.
I don't like pictures, just people.
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