I've got to get living somehow.
I'd like to create something that allows me to clarify my connection to the world, even if that world mostly of fields and shit, of roads and cars and blurry faces at red lights.
It always happens in the immediate, in the moment that refutes couch & phone, the drive out the door or onto pen and paper. What the immediate grants is immeasurable—I just found the birding spot a friend's girlfriend's dad told me about last summer, and it is a perfect private pond complete with outdoor fairy lights, benches, manicured flora and fauna. It's really very nice.
It took me a year to get out there, though.





Chintamani - Celine Dessberg; Geek - The Pearly Gatecrashers; TRYING 2 HOLLA @ ME - Human Part; Cumming in Socks - DJ Rozwell; Dry land 2001 - underscores, Knapsack; Sharnie - Pagan Altar
The blurry drivers above are here, and
the songs in the caption
were my favorites of that month.
Fields, and their
music;
Roads &
theirs.
I don't think that our world is just our hyperimmediate and hyperapparent, but rather I'd like
to establish that this is our apparent & immediate, that this is
what is truly in front of us, not Trump, nor Flock and Palantir, nor gas prices.
Not even slop as the precursor to interacting in the era of the 'death of the image,' though perhaps
that's necessary to understand our collective wrenching towards
the unreality of the cats with hands and faces, the literal Cheshire grins, that inhabit texts I
get from my mom.
The weasel's journal is tracks in clay, a spray of feathers, mouse blood and bone:
Uncollected, unconnected, loose-leaf, and blown.
Annie Dillard
I don't want my journal, when all is said and done, to be full of all those terrible things, though.
My case is that of destitution, then, I suppose.
I am happier looking at blurry roads, tall buildings, short buildings, turtles and trees than
at any of the above;
It's a ton of fun and replaces only my time spent in absentia from the real, anyways;
I feel myself more capable of personal (and collective) action against the above as a result.
I was asked recently what my motto (not motto to be fair... it was
something in greek...) is. I didn't have an answer then, but I've quite been liking
#nothing2fear.
What we're
experiencing, seeing, feeling, and perceiving
must be sought deep within each situation and deep within each person.
That is where we meet up, where real friends are found.
IC
I look forward to seeing you there!
-vvermin