Tuesday, April 5, 2022

We met in a torn design aka unstable. Pointilized elevators, for instance. Micro repair drones no one talks to about anyone. We can subtitle the rip a deformed hemisphere over, a seething blueprint. — the uncomfortable feel of any D.J.’s hand burst from a toy and symbol. Defensive narcissism. Overall.. it’s nothing’s personal.

Wednesday, March 30, 2022

What’s semiology? unless we’re in life to gnarl sparkle to figure it out? laboring for invention?
No futures present new phenomena —  what the old world could say
I have a tiny soft view of holding to their path, a core harmony of former days purring yet put aside. (One dissipates the other.)