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Leaving Flatland
“Nothing is True, Everything is Permitted”― William S. Burroughs Feels like leaving Flatland. In addition to the usual three spatial co-ordinates, these notes have an extra label, which can act like a co-ordinate along space time. By tracking all four co-ordinates together, we map out in real time how a music moves in four dimensions. When…
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Earthquake Weather
The sky’s the color of a week-old margarita, the kind with the mystery fruit chunks floating like half-digested dreams. It’s earthquake weather, folks. Can feel it in my bones, a low rumble like a bad batch of mescaline kicking in. The air hangs heavy, thick with the stench of something fundamental shifting beneath our feet.…
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All Rebels Sell Out And All Right Hand Men Defect
They all turn state’s evidence, man. Every last one of those righteous bastards who howled at the moon about revolution, about tearing down the chrome-plated temples of oppression. Give it a few years, a taste of air conditioning and a decent spread at the country club, and their righteous anger curdles into lukewarm gravy. They…
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Aliens in the Cave
In Werner Herzog’s documentary film “Cave of Forgotten Dreams,” he explores the discovery of the Chauvet Cave in France, which contains some of the oldest known cave paintings in the world, dating back over 30,000 years. Herzog draws a comparison between the experience of exploring the cave and the hypothetical discovery of extraterrestrial artifacts, in…
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Ki-Sho-Ten-Ketsu structure
The poem “Spring Dawn” by Meng Haoran is a wonderful example of the Ki-Sho-Ten-Ketsu structure, a narrative framework commonly used in various art forms including manga. Let’s break down how each of the four lines contributes to the poem’s structure: Ki (Introduction): This line sets the stage by introducing the speaker waking up late on…
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Transreal-CyberPunk
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A Solution in Search of a Problem
A chrome-plated roach scuttles across the cracked vinyl reality. It drags a spool of ticker tape, its message a writhing serpent of nonsensical code. This, chums, is the solution. A problem-eater, a glitch-gobbler born in the reeking underbelly of the machine. But the world spins on an axis of human misery, a jukebox of anxieties…
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Let Them Invent
Forget Silicon Valley sunshine and skinny jeans, amigo. In Spain, tech wasn’t some chrome and glass cathedral, it was a roach motel for the soul. A graveyard for authenticity. Unamuno, this Basque barfly philosopher, saw it clear as mescal on an empty stomach. “Let them invent,” he rasped, a flamenco guitarist of existential dread accompanying…
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St Anselm
Dig this, man. Anselm, this medieval code-joekey, riffs on the existence of the Big Guy in the Sky with this twisted logic circuit. His pitch? We can imagine the ultimate mainframe, the biggest, baddest AI ever, right? He says, the ultimate super-computer, God, by its very definition, gotta be the most maxed-out mainframe we can…
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Structural Arrogance
This “structural arrogance” you speak of, it ain’t pride, it’s a concrete maze, a self-licking loop where power postures as petrified monuments. These suits, these cogs in the status machine, they gotta puff out their chests, gotta wear their damn importance like a poorly tailored exoskeleton. Why? Because the whole damn edifice, this social skyscraper,…
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