The strands of reality are all around--up above, below, to both sides, anywhere really. Time to bring into form the synthesis of what's been going around. It seems like personal intuition is not supposed to be applied into its broadest possible expansion. Intuition is just the aesthetic paddle that tilts to the next image of the lifeform. What is all this life for? What are these processes designed to find? There are forms of art and entertainment that aim to answer these questions or reframe and pose them again. The great artists of our time understand the aim of art is the presentation of the stark and obvious, only made accessible via telekinesis between the smoothest brain states imaginable.
The pure aesthete roams entirely in the unconscious.
The future screams toward us, lying around in greatposts. All the things I've written wrangled into one big death wish.
A Brief History of Time - The will to learn placed about a pure form of wonder. Half-checked and verifiably fake systems of thought and long afleet passions. Meaningless beliefs are just as hard to escape.
Death Wish - The bland faceless Bruce Willis versus the aloof aged aface of Charles Bronson.
The Green Inferno - We live in a society circled around again and again by contemporary filmmaker Eli Roth.
Titanic - The great rebirth of our forefathers and long lost scriptural bases. Our Father, who Art in Heaven.
Books opened into a different place each time. Staring at the words and quotations looking for the newness again. Some find a strict sense of themself; others see the world unbeamed back into itself. This world just-opened is gone again. Nothing new yet, just looking into great white spaces until we reach the very-next. Some art becomes realistic through obfuscation. The artifact conveniently trapped in its condition, presenting and forcing indication.
I am taunted by genres of past generations; the books written years ago well-browned, creased, and flaked. Dipping back to artists who wrote of the future of ideas synthesized into greater meanings and livelihoods. Staring something greater into existence.