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| | Stimulacra, copy of the real. | | | Sunday, April 13, 2008 (8:24 AM)
(I'm feeling contemplative) | | Stimulacra. Excitement via Sterilisation. The image is only a pixel representation. A copy of the fake.
We are rendered to the screen to become voyeurs. | | | 78 Views | 0  Thumbs Up | 0 Comments |  |
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| | Methods and Polarities. | | | Tuesday, March 4, 2008 (4:25 AM)
(I'm feeling contemplative) | | | Well, well. It is another quiet night on the streets (or at least the ones I go down!) I just watched Unbreakable and found it to very uplifting. It (the film) lends itself out to ponder about the superhero mythologies that are carried with us as readers. Evil versus Good. One cannot exist without the other. The polarities of society to maintain balance are illustrated in the comic book myth, and are apparently exaggerrated. | | | | 51 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | Does Melbourne need this? | | | Monday, March 3, 2008 (3:20 AM)
(I'm feeling cynical) | | Saturday Night, the hOur factory warehouse party.
During the week, I was given a set of challenges to complete at this party on Saturday night.
I reasoned that was character building, being dressed as I was in front of strangers. I felt a bit exposed, I did not have the curtain of shadow nor the silence of night and I could not properly engage in any real conversation with any of the party folk either.
Blame it on the first time nerves and what not, social appearances are always odd. I feel that when you wear a mask it grants people an excuse to mock.
I can only wonder as to why some people feel the need to fill a void with crap, as opposed to just letting it be a void and being ok with that. There is so much crap being spurted out of peoples orifices it scares me. Sometimes not hearing others have been great moments of my life.
So I wonder as I embark on this new journey, I put forward this question, does Melbourne need some vigilante running after stains on society? I shoud just wait till all the jerks kill each other first?
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| | Start small, start Saturday | | | Tuesday, February 26, 2008 (2:55 AM)
(I'm feeling anxious) | |
It happened two months ago. I went my wardrobe and opened it gently as I always have for the last three years. A bag fell out from the top shelf and hit me square in the face. I was taken aback from the simple shock, but I instantly remembered this strange bag. With a mouthful of dust I unzipped it, taking a moment to reflect on what I had shoved in it so long ago. A soft smile came across my face, I spoke to the small void ‘My old friend, shall we begin?’
There was much to do, ‘Start small, start Saturday’ he said. ‘There is much to do. Night has come: now my craving breaks out of me’. | | | | 59 Views | 0 Thumbs Up | 0 Comments | |
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| | O' Man take care, what does the deep midnight declare? | | | Monday, February 18, 2008 (8:49 AM)
(I'm feeling contemplative) | | A quote from 'The Art of War' by Sun-Tzu:
Ultimate excellence lies
Not in winning
Every battle
But in defeating the enemy
Without ever fighting.
In my quest to find my personal legend, I have reached this point of my journey.
What does the deep midnight declare?
My body ages, I am human. I see other humans, mostly strangers, walk and avoid each
other in their quiet adventures of the routine. Daily life is what it is called. Some stray from the
macchinations of the Daily Life routine, or simply do not fit in. Do they belong? Of course they do,
we all do.
I observe. Alone, I watch people, longing for a moment to interact, but fearful of the consequences of that
interuption.
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