I’ve found myself several times near-hypnotised by the dancing patterns of ants on a summer day, swirling and pulsating across the ground near an ant nest; if you just stare at one spot and let your eyes defocus a little, the patterns of motion can start to swirl and spin like the dizzying randomness of […]
Individuality is that method by which pre-existing components of culture and communication are reassembled within a single mind and expressed outwardly through behaviour and material self-expression as an affirmation and validation of self-existence. Counter-intuitively (or perhaps ironically) – individuality is often expressed in ways which require the anchoring of that aggregate self upon shared notions […]
You are that necessary discontinuity and unmeasurably irrational component in a complex system of logic and measurement. The system of culture and communication requires paradoxical pressure-release valves and that is what we all are. We are also choice-making decision-engines: batteries and resources of difference and creativity or innovation which breathe life and spontaneity into what would otherwise become an untenably fragile self-perpetuating global organisational system.
We are all products…
The aesthetics of memory, of self…
We live through each other or not at all.
Who among us is prepared to give up their most closely held beliefs, their own cultural and historically-contextual meanings for adaptive truth and a better world ?
…by “mask” we might mean that social aspect and external face we wear to present our self-cultivated image to the world…
We are like the origami cranes which once unfolded reveal themselves as merely being the blank sheets of paper that they always were…
On writing for one’s self…
I am lost in you, but then I am also lost in me…
It is as though every Sunday night some unrepentant fiend winds up the vast mechanical and rusty spring of my working week and then, yet again, I must endure the tedious unfurling of this coil through until the welcome arrival and cathartic release of Friday evening. Working life probably only seems to be the wasted […]
Daedelus Kite 