Eh hem, hello. I came back. And I came back for one reason: to create. See you on the other side of undetermined time passages.
I said that, right now as I was typing. I am my own stenographer.
The habitat is not distinct enough for distinction but you should hear out the words of an oppressed soul.
Another photo from yesterday. The warehouse wasn’t particularly interesting as a building, but things like this ladder made me more curious as to its original purpose. What was it built for, and how much longer would it be there for us, and others, to ponder over?

Another photo from yesterday. The warehouse wasn’t particularly interesting as a building, but things like this ladder made me more curious as to its original purpose. What was it built for, and how much longer would it be there for us, and others, to ponder over?

Still can’t decide if it says fire or pire, but it made a pretty picture either way.

Still can’t decide if it says fire or pire, but it made a pretty picture either way.

As it spins on, turning at thirty three and a third.

Pitch perfect, and unsettling.

The edge is slightly out of sync with the platter.

I watch it resolve and return every revolution.

Sounds like it’s skipping, evolving repetition.

Smells fresh and mixed with the cooks subtle touch.

I have no preference towards hard cover books, but vinyl records have me bound.

In an urban wasteland, what shines is graffiti. Seen as ugly to the rest of the world, true artists thrive when they have the space and the time to complete their masterpiece.

In an urban wasteland, what shines is graffiti. Seen as ugly to the rest of the world, true artists thrive when they have the space and the time to complete their masterpiece.

First thing I saw was Doom, and then suddenly my dream cartridge appears… There’s nothing wrong with the Goldring I have but the M44-7 has been on my list for years now.

First thing I saw was Doom, and then suddenly my dream cartridge appears… There’s nothing wrong with the Goldring I have but the M44-7 has been on my list for years now.

(via hip-hop-influence)

Everyone is put in boxes by your mind, it just happens. Being different is about forcing people to take a second look, re-evaluate and come to a better conclusion.

I never go against the page, I always write with the grain.

I’m never right in the brain, the way I recognise the pain.

Fresh fish on a hook, but I cast off again.

3 laws, and I’m Asimov with the pen.

concentration and equivalence to Emerson.

Eloquence and the blinding eclipse,

Can’t understand ourselves but the moon and the sun make sense…

- (so I just thought of a couple lines and decided to keep going a little way)

lookingforether:

We human beings are emotional species. We love and hate, envy and adore, fear and delight. What’s interesting is not just how complex our emotions can be but also how they can form unconsciously without us having the slightest clue of where they come from. In fact, right now, you probably feel a lot of things about a lot of people without even being aware of them.
There is a rather famous medical case from the 20th century, about a patient with severe amnesia, that conveys the point I’m trying to make. With every visit, this patient would have to have been re-introduced to her doctor. In fact, she would probably have to be re-introduced every couple of minutes. One day, the doctor puts a tack in his hand. When she walks in and he reaches out to shake her hand, their hands meet and her finger gets pricked. He then walks out and walks in again, asking the patient if they had met before; she says they didn’t. Now here’s the interesting bit; when he offers to shake her hand, she holds back without knowing why. Even though she’s not aware of it, the experience of pain had been burned into her amygdala. This just proves that our brain doesn’t store memories of emotional experiences, such as fear, the same way it does with ordinary memories. In more technical terms, the amygdala forms memories during such cases and not the temporal lobe memory system. 
Now what’s not to say that we ordinary beings form such unconscious memories about people and things everyday? What’s now to say that emotional experiences during our childhood are quietly influencing our every-day decisions without our awareness? For all we know, beyond our conscious selves, there is another mysterious part of us who is loving, hating, adoring and envying…

lookingforether:

We human beings are emotional species. We love and hate, envy and adore, fear and delight. What’s interesting is not just how complex our emotions can be but also how they can form unconsciously without us having the slightest clue of where they come from. In fact, right now, you probably feel a lot of things about a lot of people without even being aware of them.

There is a rather famous medical case from the 20th century, about a patient with severe amnesia, that conveys the point I’m trying to make. With every visit, this patient would have to have been re-introduced to her doctor. In fact, she would probably have to be re-introduced every couple of minutes. One day, the doctor puts a tack in his hand. When she walks in and he reaches out to shake her hand, their hands meet and her finger gets pricked. He then walks out and walks in again, asking the patient if they had met before; she says they didn’t. Now here’s the interesting bit; when he offers to shake her hand, she holds back without knowing why. Even though she’s not aware of it, the experience of pain had been burned into her amygdala. This just proves that our brain doesn’t store memories of emotional experiences, such as fear, the same way it does with ordinary memories. In more technical terms, the amygdala forms memories during such cases and not the temporal lobe memory system.

Now what’s not to say that we ordinary beings form such unconscious memories about people and things everyday? What’s now to say that emotional experiences during our childhood are quietly influencing our every-day decisions without our awareness? For all we know, beyond our conscious selves, there is another mysterious part of us who is loving, hating, adoring and envying…

(via loqui)

I would rather live on a self sustaining ranch type place with 10-15 people, in a kind of commune, than live in a flat in the city with one or two people. I think it would be really amazing to have hundreds of acres of land that is just sitting there, ready for whatever purpose you can desire for it. Sometimes it seems that since the universe will never notice us what we must do is find our own way to define and experience life.

Right now I am in love with the idea of living in a self sustaining way, and trying to convince others that it is the only way forwards. Maybe tomorrow it will be a different ideal, but the point is that we must each find these ideals for ourselves.

complexity, fuck

Crustacean encrusted shoreline and secondary discarded pieces of life.

You think each piece is so right, that sand is beautiful and soft.

It is like everything else we see.

Simple from a distance, and more impossible the closer we get.

People can not be placed like the sand.

There’s no guarantee on a beach and there’s no guarantee in the heart.

Don’t even pretend that you can count the grains of sand, or that you can understand another’s memories.

It is futile to do, and so we imagine both to be simple when they are closer to infinite.

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