found in translation

the profound melancholy of the last days. though it is inappropriate i recalled beckett. the last couple of days before you reach the final state of white light and clear vision. the day you stand on the beach next to the eye of the land, solitary, in the winter landscape, all those amazing black things like birds and boughs. the day your memories are no longer proof of your subjectivity but a part of the constant flow of things; something like a stone slowly diminished by the sand, little by little. then one day, finally, you are the sand as well.

::: to feel the spirit of suffering and survival in our times will enter the afterlife of endless reimaginings :::

gibson

today i have bought all gibson's book they had in the bookshop, that is eight volumes. i have read his books before but this was like a sudden impulse. i can't wait to read them in the underground in all tomorrow's mornings ::: something to mingle with decaying autumn leaves ::: going down ... submissive towards nature's irrevocable orders ::: the earth awaiting the reviving touch of their dead bodies. in this vast network of passing and rising. in this vast network of deliberate cannibalism.

::: too much heat and light :::

the perfect move

staralfur/blue son: the construction of struggling fictions/realities. the greatest art is not to see but not to be seen. the construction of misperception in others. no traces at all. this goes against anything you will face in your life. the everpresent conceptualism will always oppose it. ... the conceptualism is a capitalism of the realm of symbolic. ... the blind ones of all countries, unite! ... waiting for the real digital guerilla that would abstract from the dumb dualism of hacking/cracking ... the information manipulation that can't be retraced ... and which would thus flow freely creating its own context all the time ... the perfect move that would be impossible to suppress.

:::There is no such thing as the perfect move, but with a lot of preplanning, contingency planning, communication and organization... the movers can handle whatever surprises they may face.:::

one of the deaf-mutes

i wonder how much blindness count these days ... or rather how much blindness is counted on. the reality that never occurred. ... only that the question of real and unreal, good and evil does not matter anymore. the task of the day is to become invisible. because only those invisible can construct and shape the visible. thus the blind are blind because they see.