Travelling into the future is an inverse archaeology of entropy. There is some possible future, a singular branch of most probable outcomes in an undiscovered and unknowable configuration of ourselves towards which we all travel. A small consolation lies in being clever enough to decode this inexorable material process and abstract logical labyrinth of decay […]
Fear of missing out is much deeper and more challenging than the superficiality with which it is commonly portrayed. At some level we are all aware that we have very little effect on this world, that despite our starring role in the narrative theatre of our own life – we have almost no influence or […]
Death is productive in ways that might never be comfortably acknowledged.
We are bound by fear to our Objects and fantasies of Other and Self as much as by desire and there is a complex logical undercurrent and rationale to the ways that we (enigmatically) encrypt aversion into attraction and revulsion or death into fertility and life.
Broken things and imperfect people are often far more interesting than are complete and whole ones…
Death. Life. Mortality. Absence. Emptiness.
None of us actually exist, at least not in the ways we generally believe that we do.
Life is commonly considered as antithetical to death but in some ways, there may be a common ground and source between them.
It is staggering (and blissfully unacknowledged) the extent to which this world of ours and all of its many anthropomorphic catastrophes are all quite simply occurring within and emanating from these brains between our ears.
Investment in inscribed permanence and attachment to continuing body or concept and symbol is the very thing which emphasises and reminds us of the ultimate and inevitable transience-into-disassembly-and-nonexistence of this vessel and mind.
Given sufficient complexity, energy or information flow and time, the logical end-state of any particular process need not itself under analysis appear as though rationally derived or even substantively plausible.
Introspection is endless and is for all this – endlessly problematic.