Shout Out To Music. Sound Is Crazy

Bad Film - high contrast

February 2024

Location: San Francisco, California

Moons of Saturn (Janus & Titan) and rings - March 21 2006

Credit: NASA/JPL-Caltech/SSI/CICLOPS/Kevin M. Gill

running on a different operating system

to brush most people's probing aside

is effortless, deflecting blows so they never see you - I've had to catch myself noticing people in weak moments. they make you feel like some unfathomable pillar

created by something ancient or alien, or maybe just yourself.

I despise the predatory element,

a weakness seen

that could blend in better -

now it’s something kind,

learning what makes people tick. I wonder if other people like me exist

building fortresses of knowledge

no one suspects we possess -

I catch myself studying people,

watching from outside the circle

of normal human interaction.

it’s not malicious,

just different -

a compulsion maybe, or just curiosity distilled into methodical observation.

it started as survival,

now I notice the pause before a practiced lie,

the subtle shift in posture when someone feels threatened -

all these blaring, bright neon signs I used to try to mimic.

sometimes I wonder if they can tell

I’m building libraries of their expressions,

cataloging their reactions

and how they signal belonging - it’s exhausting work.

sometimes I catch someone watching me,

an eye-meet, wonder-if they’re like me moment, or if they just sense something off

and wrong -

we were constellations once,

maybe now there’s just a slight delay

in recognition,

while I wonder if they’re like me

collecting a moment for too long.

You are an art. The perception of you is an interpretation.

You are the artist. Embrace the pain, embrace the unknown.

For art is subjective but only the artist truly knows its actual meaning.

The Thing

Somewhere, sometime, for no actual reason.

(who needs a reason?)

The reason for existence could be the existence itself.

No beginning, no end.

Infinity and eternity.

Time passes, nothing changes, nothing ever changes.

Yet everything is brand new.

Unknown, unfamiliar, alien.

Doesn't live, never die, just remains.

Somewhere...

Sometime...

Far away and right outside the window.

Awaiting...

They call it evil, but it is neutral.

Objective and just.

Unbiased.

Awaiting...

No need to be afraid.

Arial B.

December 2024

RIP David Lynch

Why am I me, and why not you? Why am I here, and why not there? How can it be that… who I am didn’t exist before I came to be, and that, someday… who I am will no longer be…?

WINGS OF DESIRE (1987) — dir. Wim Wenders

"Art is not beauty, art is seeing things differently."

— Virginia Woolf

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