one dreams his self while he is his self

one dreams his self while he is his self
vaguelooksfromoutbehindherlashes, i am but a shade.

Monday, April 14, 2008

text design

A week since I've posted? Seems impossible. Been busy, guests, etc, but I'm back...

My intention is to design text that will not solely act as a mirror. Do not be dissatisfied and turn from me; it is bound to bring you in sight. Instantly as I craft, it will begin becoming a materialization of a mindful reality—that, or, the reality embedded in one’s imagination. Due to the time’s age, the semantics cannot be singled out—for they are shaded by truths. In the face of the shadows present within the light, it can be confirmed, that the meaning my text is subjected to speaks specifically of an unconscious removal from the physical state and sense of reality that is in existence. I am aware: questions fall loose from answers—a similar feeling for the man who finds no exit from between the maze’s walls and since, remains contained captive in the compartments of his brain. His voice echoes within this divide. I stop here and wonder by this page: Can an outsider break the structure—can we pull him loose? I am confident you have not and do not think up these things. Having taken notice, I am here to make something other present. Factuality is a false concern—let it collect dust. How you will begin to see sense with clarity is by being committed to a condition of the mind’s memory. Remember even yourself now is passing. And though you can see from afar, you do not need distance to know. Looking out from within those certain eyes is a world—a world that is decided by the contextual nature of language. Listen for answers to learn the actuality. It is critical to wield all instruments of perception. Otherwise once your eye is shut from this page, another reality will have begun existing elsewhere—and for you, something will have died perfectly. I advise you to begin to produce and save recordings as evidence of being real. My intention is not for you to mirror me, but to see and learn by me. Trust this. If you cannot right now, look back on me and notice I have written my self into existence. Do as I: Stop external motion—to make one see—to internally hear.

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