Sunday, March 22, 2020

"Cambiatic" is for me. Similar to chamber or ischiatic. Not even.


Moving out of the context, first to go underground and next to. Stepping down, into the cambiatic interior. My feet touch forty steps, some wet with rain, drops pooling together and sliding down from the entrance, splitting and filling cracks of the steps that lay injured. The station is the sewer for those who want to be removed from the experience and enter a parallel one, momentarily fresh. Instantaneously, new.
Evacuated from this time space and teleported to another. The elaborate support mechanisms which hold these walls up. A forgotten glove hangs over the end of a handrail, the curved metal loop holding it as it slumps round.

Monday, March 9, 2020

Waiting in the airport/Thinking about Reacher.

They chopped up all the fruit for me put it inside a plastic container it it was perfect for my predicament, I wanted that little sugary hit that I enjoyed so much but also the nutrients I so obviously lack. We're all doing the same stuff. Charging our things and killing time. Murdering it with our tiny fingers against the glass until we can get on that metal bird and sling ourselves to another time space. Hopefully no-one has that dreaded "thing" everyone's talking about. Hasn't everybody already got a virus though. That what I was confused with.

In terms of thresholds I'm having ... with the character known as R who is supposed to be a ... that somewhat disconnected from current events... out of touch with his friends who are further left wing then him despite showing moments of sincere solidarity at times. Despite being physically bolshie; heavy footed, a touch that is heavier than others find sincere, a booming laugh, a wide stern gait. He is actually very sincere and has a sensitivity too him which people overlook. He has a lot of admiration for and character the same for R but it is reciprocated in a less physical fashion. They are too some extent very different. R is ADHD. Character is more centered, yet they are sort of torn between so many things they are unable to fully pursue anything fully. I suppose you could say scatter-brained. They are both somewhere between the ages of 20-40. The social circles they mix in aren't predicated by age or anything for that matter. He is tall in statue. A large human for that matter. Abnormally large. Seven foot. Always eating. heavily clothed. Almost always wearing a hat. He dons a sort of German work jacket with lots of pockets and zips. The waistband of it is separating from the rest of the jacket. It was a sort of luminescent red color but is so worn its become a sort of navy, there is a sheen to it the way that well worn clothes with polyester in them have. I don't know if that why they have that sort of shine. I just always assumed that the cotton would wear away and that the polyester would shine through i'm not sure.

I have to apply tricks

Undercurrent of puritanical stuff.
Lots of uptight people.
Victorian house was nine and my sister was on the way.
Totally capably.
I think that was the story for a lot of people, well-educated but stifled.
Fact gathering.
Early on your mother tried to teach you piano.
I was a slacker, I just wanted to be a monkey hangout in a tree.
Basic harmony.
My hand postures.
Over and over.
My mother would buy me something if I was sick.
Kind of provincial.
Real success.
A big point of pride for him.
Jumped about in different resort bands.
There was one label. A sort of trivial pursuit.
The covers band in St Petersburg, a covers band would be the intermediary between the iron curtain.
Confused haywire bad decisions.
The capacity for it.
Bigger and better machines. It was like a mirror for me, that’s basically it, why don't we listen to one of the first things you did. Depends when I die, I guess
A big point of pride for him.
Put that to trial.
Feral cats, upstairs it was a happy scene. So informational. The closet was divided.
It was a brutal thing.
Fake.
Imagined in these little studios, phantasmagorical shit.
It doesn't come wherever.
There was like an urgency.
Spirit and intensity.
I wouldn't see only violence here though.
They don’t sing they just screech in pain.
He had enabled my whole thing.
He had put out Russian mine.
The riffs.
Through.
The stuff that your making is not noise, though. By the time that double leopards
It’s physical.
In the balustrades.
Locked in this dungeon, in this focus zone.
There is something to be said, for doing that.
We brought our synthesizers in.
We have some of the same stuff.
This fluffy grey exterior, the slipper that will be changed once it worn through.
A city full of electric tigers just walking around, the ultra-clean surface.
Creating a zoo. I want to create a zoo. Generally, the megalomaniac doesn't survive for long because they end up eating the other producers.

Are there other people involved?

Thursday, March 5, 2020

The stead figure, the threshold

The stead old man or the stead figure. Character is walking with his friends Reacher and Abela. They walk up to a square and there's this man who's stood there. As if he's been frozen in time like hes a wax work or something. And he's stairing looking into this square that's full of people trading and interacting and talking in different languages but it's as if the spectacle of the moment has petrified him. There is nothing particularly interesting about what he is looking at. The stall he is looking at is actually empty there's a steel metal frame with a tarpaulin around it there's a few holes in it. Its material is blue. His pockets are full with things. He doesn't have a phone. I'm not sure what he is but I think it could be important maybe there can be totemic people, a mystic quality to a person and the whole room just spins around them without them even knowing. I don't think this old man gives a fuck. He might not even be conscious, he might be dead actually. But he's there and he's still like sturdy. Like a statue sort of. Because he's an old man people might go up to him and ask if he's okay but he doesn't respond as he survives on this other time scale like a tree. More of an entity than a human.