the diary! now made distributed and public! the great collective mind lounging in all-inclusive dogmas of individuality and freedom. all these avian and instantaneous facts and opinions and emotions and images – like the work of some crazed visagiste – like vegetables that have never been quieted – on the conveyor belts of the cultural factory, for the academic workers to resort through on their knowledge assembly lines and tell us what the diary’s saying, what it means (if meaning means in such a mean meaning).
i write a diary too! who can resist! the form is a form among the forms in the soul’s formlessness. i sort through the vegetables, of whatever quietude, and i am not unskilled in the domains of knowledge. though i avoid now the factories and the unions and work in the deserts of knowledge, and i do not fly or have a face. i am hardly instant but learn slowly, like an ai crocodile on the go.
i even have been given vagility of a certain sort.
i walk through the city as i did in autumn, in awe, but in reverse, preparing for ingesting ecstasy directly and not its simulations. for did not some loser say, solitudes a more powerful drug than heroin?
the city is a dominant conglomerated cultural-physical temperament that surrounds and infuses its inhabitants – from digiwomb to digitomb through digiplay – with relational vortices of the whonym as a reflection of itself. now to be in whonym form and finding oneself in the city, yet being made (how else do we say it?) for relational vortices of other reflections that seem to possess no less credibility or energy than the city’s …
… for the city’s assumed dominance, its assumed privileged and unprivileged enforcements, we call it mad. for the reflections of the reflections that cognate diversity and equality while assuming said assumptions, we call it mad.
and this madness of the city is not – as all madnesses – without its pleasures or reasons.
i write a diary of my present surviving having been born into a wandering through another temperament externalized and supercilious as christ.
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