Filed under: Philosophy
Who needs what? Fighting the growing urge to simply lay out single strands of something unidentifiable but shiny, there seems to be a palpable lack of options right now. I see a tightening on the faces of those around me, like some silent preperation for a coming tragedy. The odd momentary editing of perception and scenes, bouncing uncontrollably from euphoria to ephemeral orchestrics daring other stumbling forms to call my bluff. There’s no need to rehash old standards that carry all the symbolic necesity of eagles wearing toupees. Now, parsing anything like a developmental narrative, because I have no skill for that kind of fanaticism, let us just agree that any number of possible scenarios either did, or could have occured between updates, phone calls, emails, or conversations. I had to stop and think about that when my attention was diverted by what I had assumed to be a vibrating phone, but turned out, upon closer inspection to be the reflection of light from the television on the shiny wooden table. My bad.
So, as I was saying, something interrupted my best efforts to do whatever it was that I was supposed to do. While no amount of argument will impress the depth of intentions (I feel like we’ve heard that before…) that existed prior to any events that might have occured in between then and now, we’ll conspire to leave it as one of those moments where nothing is real except the certainty that part of the present has become detached. That was a mouthful. Would that be considered a successful rhetorical device? Fuck it, take any rug in the house.
Old music, the kind that is so knotted within the framework of all those changes in navigation and mistaken personas, plays on the radio, freeing up at least some of the unused energy in the room. Awful dark for this kind of excited movement, all things considered. The machine seems to feed on light, disparate sources fused but depleted by the constancy of the same dumb ass fucking questions we don’t want to publicly answer. I mean, ok, man, but what use is any of that kind of behaviour? It brings to mind an old analogy comparing used condoms with the inherent predillection of people to persist in the movement against our own best interests. Something just ain’t right about that.
So, hopefully, that clears up any ambiguity in the tardiness of this madness. Lately, things seem to be alright as long as the words “acceptable strategy” are taken to mean “pretend you’re in tahiti.” Any other characterization would be unfair, except to conclude with this; confusion is enjoyable when paired with the indescribable. Short answer, that’s the endgame, at least for now. Long answer….I don’t fucking know, why don’t you go ask your intermediary? A strange job, but I couldn’t tell anyone else what to do, at least not professionally. Of course, recreationally, it would be a gas. Don’t tell anyone, but thats almost like that time we found out that Fire Water and Ice Water can combine to form….a lot of vomit. Funny, the humor is all that is left of a situation that tasted like regurgitated chilli. Ironic, don’t you think?
